We arrived at our destination—Astoria, Oregon— hungry. Before we left home, Mauri had researched some dining possibilities, and this one caught our attention.
Bowpicker got a high rating from many reviewers, so we waited in the line we’re told never gets any shorter
I’m not normally a fish eater, but if you choose Bowpicker, you’re gonna eat fish. The choice was a “whole” order (5 pieces with fries) at $11 or a “half” order (3 pieces with fries) at $9. I did the math and chose a whole order, then scarfed down four pieces. It was albacore tuna!
From a visit early in my Macy life I remembered the Astoria Column, which we both climbed back then.
This time I climbed the spiral internal stairs while Mauri stayed earth bound to take pictures.
The bridge spans the Columbia River between Oregon and Washington.
Can you see Mauri? My phone camera lacks the telephoto capabilities of his real camera.
Back down to earth, only a little dizzier than usual.
The night before, while Mauri played in Francis Square with Newberg Brass, I chatted with some friends, telling of our upcoming two-day vacation to Astoria. Stan, knowing Mauri loves his coffee, suggested we try “Coffee Girl” out at the end of Pier 39.
It happened to be on the road to our hotel, so we stopped in for a sip and a dolly bar. Oh, yes—Stan knows his coffee!
Packing couldn’t be easier than for an overnight (though I did forget my toothbrush). We didn’t mind being assigned a room on the second floor, needing only one easy trip to move into our “king with view.” And we didn’t mind paying a little above average for our delightful suite, being only one night.
It didn’t take long to feel at home here, but soon Mauri was setting the GPS for our dinner choice: Port Light Cafe, where reviewers give high marks for the prime rib.
Figuring we had lost our way when Siri directed us to a military base, we asked the gate attendant, who invited us in and pointed us to the cafe.
We shared the room and the salad bar with a home spun class of ’68 Warrenton High School reunioners, finding ourselves in another one of those unpredictable adventures we’ll talk about for a long time to come. Oh, and the reviewers were right about the prime rib!
It’s always good to know where we are.
This morning we drove that remarkable bridge to Washington.
And once we reached land we took a left and drove around toward Long Beach.
Can you guess why we pulled over for this shot?
A quick look at the ocean, then a turn around, back across the bridge, and headed south on Highway 101 through very familiar territory—Seaside, Cannon Beach, Rockaway, and on down to the Tillamook Creamery. Mauri was given a gift certificate, so we drove a considerable distance out of our way to enjoy a delicious lunch at the renovated visitor center, teeming with visitors!
A short shopping spree at Goodwill finished off the perfect vacation, then we headed back across the coast range to Newberg in time to pick up the dog.
Back to work tomorrow——wearing a huge grin and ready to face a new week.