Leaving Garbersville yesterday, we drove about an hour up the coast to a town (community may be a better word for it) called Trinidad. We pulled over to eat at one of the only restaurants in the area called the Trinidad cafe... clever I know... but the food was actually amazing. Weis and I both got the half and half tuna melt/clam chowder deal and promptly needed to lie down under the tremendous weight of an all gray-liquid based meal.
Off to the Redwood National Park system where we threw down our tent in an already occupied campsite within the Mill Creek grounds. After an hour and a half we solved the problem, carried our already pitched tent ten minutes across the grounds, and headed off to a somewhat private beach. There were only like 20 people around us, making the area WAY more secluded than the Venice beach experience we were used to. The sun was out, but the breeze kept our skin cool to the touch... Things quickly heated up though when Weis walked into a Safeway to purchase two heatlamp-warmed, honey glazed, CHICKEN corn dogs with mustard! BARF!
[We have a very funny picture of him eating it for when we get a chance to post pics again]
[That time is now]
Fast forward to the next day, yesterday now, where we left for Portland Oregon. We pulled in around 5pm into the Jupiter Motel. Hotel? Motel maybe. I'm not sure, but the place is an indie kids dream. There is a legitimate venue located INSIDE the building where the best acts in the area flock to. Spherical lights dangle over an outside fire pit and blue spot lighting splashes up against the voids between doors. Great to be out of the wilderness
Downtown Portland is insane though. Some scary people sleep along the bridge during the walk into the city, and it was nearly impossible to find a place to eat, but we had a good time exploring the sights. We came across the famous Rogue brewery, where we stopped in for an Irish Larger (Abby), a Smoke Frog (Weis), and a Hazelnut Brown Ale (Me). We shared some words with a kid from North Carolina who bike-taxi's the area, and later grabbed some food in a place called the Montage. Well now we know it's called that, but at the time Weis told me it was the Montag. I tell you this because after we couldn't find it, I asked a police officer where it was located and they laughed, telling me it was pronounced Montage. Three cops in Portland now think I'm unable to read and use the English language.
Jambalaya, Cajun Salad, and a Splod were the items purchased. The coolest part about the place was how they gave to-go bags... which consisted of wrapping up food into saran wrap and then covering it in a layer of aluminum foil... then FOLDING that aluminum foil into animal shapes. We made mine look like a gator, the girl next to us a crab, and the guy next to us a giant swan. I've decided foil animals beat balloon animals every day of the week. Sorry plastics.
It's 8:48 here and we're getting ready to go out... Until tomorrow friends!
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We shot photos of a homeless group and a policeman driving by them, it was actually just Ed...but it was a terrible photo and only for a second. The cop followed us for about two blocks in his car yelling out the window, "Did you get all the pictures you need?"
We told him yes, but he just kept yelling.
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