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Oregon
Travel Adventures with Wine, Crabs, Lost Keys and Eating Dirt
By Andre' Hagestedt
(Oregon
Coast) - One weekend; one hundred adventures - or so it felt like.
At least 100 miles were certainly involved.
It all began on a Friday
night in June, as I squeeze into Seaside and Cannon Beach at the
last minute to run some errands. Later, I'm haunting the Warren
House in Cannon Beach, but I find most of the area's locals not
there as they're getting lots of sleep in preparation for the crazed
Sandcastle Festival the next morning.
The next day, Cannon
Beach is bonkers with traffic from the Sandcastle madness. I sneak
over to the chamber to chat with the gals in charge, including that
adorable ambassadorial black lab, Emma. Someone there calls me "Emma's
boyfriend." Too cute.
Some hot chick there
gave me her phone number too.
Seaside is flooded
with people and large, noisy vehicles with its Muscle
Car Cruz In. One particularly boisterous monstrosity is showing
off by rumbling through town with the deafening roar of a jet engine,
and people are eating it up. I'm not so thrilled, and I approach
the Aquarium's Keith Chandler and ask, "Who the hell does that
guy think he is - Batman?" He responds by telling me that's
his nephew.
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Aging hipster does ice cream in Seaside
- film at 11 |
Oops. Insert
foot in mouth. I slink away and down homemade
ice cream at Zinger's. This tastes much better than any appendage
of mine.
Around 7 p.m.,
I finally make it to the beach to see nothing but a graveyard of
disfigured former wonders, save for one masterpiece of Smokey the
Bear that everyone was gathered around - and I mean everyone.
A trip to the
San Dune Tavern in Manzanita almost rounds out the evening. I'm
staying at the San
Dune Inn (both in Manzanita), which has bikes for the use of
guests, one of which I take for a spin in the middle of the night,
zooming down to the beach, then back up just as the rain kicks in.
Weeeeee!
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Smokey
the Bear says 'Don't leave me to die on an Oregon coast beach' |
The next morning,
inexplicably, my motel key is gone. I used it to get in, so there's
no way this could've happened. But it did. It's a bit of the X-Files
in Nehalem Bay.
It's Sunday, so it's
time to head down to Newport. Before I depart, I agree to run Peg
Miller's Ekahni Books on Monday (she's our shopping writer). She
hands me a key to her B&B so I can stay a few doors down from
the store.
Next stop: the Jetty
Fishery to scope out their kooky crab derby (which often features
prizes such as a vasectomy). It's here where Seaside Aquarium's
Tiffany gets mischievous and tries to convince me to put a hermit
crab in my mouth - whole. I vehemently decline, so she heads over
to Fishery co-owner Kelly, and I'm mortified as I watch him pop
the little critter in his mouth. Yikes!
She eventually tries
coaxing me into doing an oyster shooter. I'm tempted, but shuddering
gets the best of me and I miss that opportunity.
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Bottomless
wine glasses in Newport |
Then it's down
through the North and Central Coast and finally to Newport, where
I run into my pal JT and his lovely gal pal Liz. This is where things
go awry, as I get so distracted by wine tasting, gourmet ice cream
at Nye Beach Scoop - and even mixing wine with my ice cream cone
- that I get nothing done. It's now playtime.
11 p.m. rolls
around, I realize it's two hours back to Wheeler and that I've lost
my keys to Peg's B&B. This is an icky, sinking feeling, and
it's the second time in 24 hours I've lost a key to a friend's hotel.
JT and I search for 45 minutes in the rain, but find nothing. So,
it's decided I stay at his pad, get drunk and then head up in the
morning.
Sigh...my life
is rough. I'm forced to drink really fine wine and learn about it
- but it's a slow process of learning. So JT offers to help in an
unusual way. He grabs a handful of dirt, pours some Sokol Blosser,
and has me eating and sniffing dirt, and then imbibing the stuff
that grew in this Oregon soil. It works. Entire new vistas opened
up in my palate and I understood the elements and subtleties of
a wine much more clearly.
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Depoe
Bay on the ride north |
Even freakier
- and yes, this perhaps has to do with my state of suspect sobriety
- I find I enjoy nipping at the dirt while downing the vino. If
you've ever had chocolate and wine and understand that experience,
you'll get the picture.
About 1 a.m., those missing
keys abruptly fell from some hole in my jacket: they'd been lodged
in there the whole time.
In
the morning, it's a quick breakfast at Café Stephanie in
Nye Beach, a long ride back to Wheeler, and a goofy, slow business
day in a Wheeler book shop. That night, it's nap time, a fab dinner
at Marzano's Pizza in Manzanita, and then time to zip to our Portland
office.
The following
night, a Tuesday, I'm watching TV and the great tsunami scare causes
quite the media frenzy - and frightens the pants off me. I spend
a lot of time calling my coastal friends from Newport to Seaside.
I was actually supposed to be in Newport at the time, it just didn't
work out. Lucky me, I guess. Either way, it was a rather climactic
cap to quite an adventurous weekend.
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