Let me preface this by acknowledging the concerned messages I have been getting from friends and family alike in regard to Hamish’s haircut. The flat-top look was laid to rest and my brother once again resembles a semi-respectable member of society.
and now, on to the next chapter...
The vibrations were getting nasty in Westport and our VW Golf yearned to once again put rubber onto the 101.
A 6 hour drive south found us in picturesque Canon Beach, Oregon, but we weren’t the only ones. You see, Canon beach is, as previously stated quite picturesque, picturesque enough for someone to want to make a film there. And what better a film to make in Canon Beach than The Goonies!? If you’re not familiar with the cult classic children's film, The Goonies, then I would suggest renting it and preparing yourself for a memorable two hours.
As I was saying, they made this film there some 15 years ago and now all these moons later, Goonies lovers flock from all over the nation (and world?) to Canon Beach to celebrate the film and themselves. Occasionally we would see these odd individuals roaming the beaches and sidewalks decked out in Goonies memorabilia, muttering to themselves and cursing the fact that time so cruelly aged their once favorite child actors.
The surf was decent so we spent two days down at the beach camping...yes I’m going to let that sink in for a second...camping....
It may have been the worst idea in the world. We may have made the amateur mistake of paying through the nose for a private campsite. We may have had bloodthirsty raccoons circling our camp stove and food. And we may even have sworn to each other that we would in future avoid camping at all costs, but of course this is all hypothetically speaking.
Surfing at dawn, showering and rinsing our wetsuits in an ice cold waterfall and then cooking bacon and eggs in the car park became a morning ritual, well, for two days at least.
Determined not to be ripped off once again for a place to pitch our miserable tent, a church with a lovely patch of grass behind it was located and selected as our campsite. We were practically ready, tent pegs in hand, to stay the night behind this house of the Lord, when a friendly stranger asked us about our trip and ended up recommending we stay at a state park just down the road. Despite its endless knowledge, the internet will never best the wisdom of real people...
Having surfed our brains out and enjoyed countless hours in the beautiful sunshine we programmed out GPS for our next sto....oh.... thats right we don’t have GPS, however we make up for this with out amazing ability to pull U-turns (or to flip a b**ch, as we like to call it) in even the hairiest of situations...
Check back in soon and don’t miss the dastardly duo’s next adventure as we head inland!
*cue Star Wars music*
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