The End Is Near

George and I got off to a late start this morning. Our camera went missing and despite a valiant effort, we were unable to find it. My Nook also stopped working. I decided to buy a book so I went to a bookstore in Sequim called The Good Book. I was hoping it was filled with good books, it was....
Then after riding for hours in the rain, which I happen to enjoy, (George not so much, he says he can't see the road), we stop for lunch in a random town, and have a really tasty meal. I visit another book store, but no one was interested in selling me a book so I left. At this point George has changed to his goggles, we both have our rain gear on, and we ride down the road looking like twin ticks.

We entered into Astoria and Oregon at the same time. It was late in the afternoon so we found our hotel and relaxed. We had eaten at the Wet Dog Cafe the last time we visited Astoria, and we were so taken by it we wanted to try it again. The Wet Dog makes its own beer, which as everyone knows, is a popular and successful business in Oregon. They sell T-shirts, taffy, glassware, beer, hats, etc. George had salmon fish and chips for dinner and I had build your own quesadilla.  Yum! I did notice in Canada that they do not really make Mexican food. Of course they don't make what I consider Mexican food in Mexico either.

Astoria is a charming port town situated on the mouth of the Columbia river.  While we were eating George pointed out the difference between two tankers.  The tankers are painted in horizontal stripes, the top is red, the middle is cream, the lower is blue. When the tanker is empty you can see all three stripes. However, when it is loaded, the tanker is so heavy, the blue stripe disappears underneath the water.
Tomorrow- breakfast in Tillamook  then onto Bandon.