Finally back in Newport. Or, more precisely, just north of Newport, still on the coast, in Lincoln City. Since the trip home is looming on the horizon, I’ve been looking ahead to the best route back east. “Best” meaning the fewest, easiest hills (for Roberta Verona) and no damn deserts (an imperative of my own)
I am _so_ happy to be back here. When I left Portland (from a tire store–and “don’t ask, don’t tell” is my new policy on this kind of topic), a sign told me it was one o’clock and ninety-five degrees. When I got into town here, a similar sign gave me the far preferable reading of three o’clock and sixty-three degrees. I am sitting in a fresh seafood restaurant overlooking the ocean, where I was just served a crab cocktail with a scoop of Dungeness Crab as big as a softball. And while the price is eye-opening, it’s not even as much as I paid for less than half this amount of not as fresh crab earlier this week in Portland. And this cocktail sauce shows all the signs of being made in-house. Oh, yeah, B.B. King is on the restaurant sound system.
And this was just some place I stopped because I was hungry and a sign said “fresh seafood”. I haven’t found a place I didn’t like here, yet.
If I overhear someone say they’re looking for a computer guy or a guitar player (or, hell, even a bartender, at this point), Susie and Bill are going to need a plane to get their RV back…
Portland was okay, but to be honest, I was actually expecting a bit more from it. It seems that once cities grow past a certain size, they’re pretty much all the same. The zoo was pretty cool, and Suzy knew about a fantastic book store called Powell’s downtown. I imagine that there are other really cool places scattered about, but for someone just in town for a few days, who doesn’t know anyone and who is not looking for anything in particular, trying to find them proved pretty futile
I’m still not sure if I’m going up to Seattle and Vancouver, which I never realized was just across the border. For some reason, I always pictured it being more northwest than it is. Part of me thinks Vancouver in particular would be awesome, but I’m concerned that it’s the same part of me that felt exactly that way about Portland. Without knowing what in particular to do, I’m left driving randomly in a city I don’t know at all. Not that that’s such a bad way to spend a day, but the reality of what I’m going to do with myself and how I’m paying for stuff once I get home has started to set in. So I’m beginning to do mental math on possible stops for the trip home. Newport made it (and when I got here, I extended my campground reservation an extra two nights. Nyaah), Vancouver (and Seattle, which is on the way there) has not yet proven itself in my mind. We’ll see.
I apparently will have ‘net access from here, but it’s back to the once or twice a day in the campground office. I did get spoiled by the fantastic campground in Portland where I had phone lines in the RV. It didn’t show up with extra updates (there wasn’t a lot to say, really, I spent the better part of two Portland days in the RV sick), but I did get caught up on the Dolphins’ preseason thanks to Curt Fennel’s great Dolphin site. I have a feeling Peyton Manning is in for a rude welcome to the NFL Sunday…
Anyway, this late lunch is about over. Too bad I just can’t eat any more, is was wonderful. Pier 101 Seafood in Lincoln City. Go there.