Wind, Cold, Lighthouse: Got to Move On.

Our drive to Oregon didn't take very long as we were so far North in Cali. However, the drive from any one point on Route 101 to any other adjacent point along that dog forsaken highway took at least one lifetime. We sincerely expected to fall in love with the Pacific Northwest. We had been told over and over again that it is just like Maine but hipper, with no bugs and no snow (except at elevation for the snow).

If the drive up the coast was any indication, we'll stick with Maine. It wasn't any prettier than the Maine coast and the traffic moved just as slow, if not slower. And did I mention that it was stupid windy and only about 58 degrees. At least in Maine summer feels like summer. We couldn't take the brain and soul crushing tedium any longer and stopped at Cape Blanco State Park for the night.

Great little park on the water with the distinction of housing the oldest and furthest west lighthouse in Oregon. The Girlies wanted to play at the beach and swim. After 20 minutes or so we headed back to camp and the girls exclaimed that they weren't cold because they, infact, couldn't feel anything at all. They were frozen. We had a pleasant evening and took a hike to the lighthouse the next morning. Crazy l'ass wind. Great tour up into the light. Super views of the fog and wind. Moved out and up the coast.

Well, 101 hadn't gotten any better overnight. By the time that we reached the intersection with Route 20 we just had to change our plans. We consulted our map and decided to head east toward Corvallis, grab I-5 North and head directly to Glacier National Park. We stopped at a great farmstand in Corvallis and stocked up for the trip. Fresh fruits and veggies and honey sticks for the little ones. We made it just over the Montana border before I needed some shut-eye. We boon-docked at the Welcome Center Rest Area. Someday I'll tell you just how gross every single men's room was on this entire trip around our beautiful country. We caught a few hours of sleep and headed into Missoula for breakfast, fuel, and laundry-mat. Then we trekked North to Glacier...and what a time we had.