Ocean Drive

Ilwaco continued to underwhelm us this morning when the only diner in town was closed for breakfast because the owner had decided to go fishing. We found a place doing coffee and pastries etc. but hot dead pig and long stacks of pancakes were nowhere to be seen.

It has been another dull day, less misty but with lots of cloud and in these conditions the temperatures languish in the high 50's and low 60's which is useless for my tan.

Around mid-morning we crossed the 4 mile bridge from Washington State into Astoria, Oregon - a rather hairy ride but everybody made it alive. We are now properly following the Pacific Coast Highway and we had stunning views of the Pacific from the hill along which Highway 101 runs. Hills mean...well...errr...hills, so there was plenty of work to be done in the afternoon.



We are staying in Garibaldi but so far I haven't found a single shop that stocks the biscuits which is rather disappointing. Our campsite, on the other hand, is not disappointing. We are pitched about 50 yards from the Ocean and tonight we are having take-away pizza and beer round a camp fire. Ging gang gooley! One of our guests has tried to have a swim - she is Dutch so made of sterner stuff than us limeys but only managed about half of one leg before retreating while turning a funny blue colour.


Steve

PS. Fortunately Alan finished late today so the camp fire has been lit with very little burning of footwear.


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