After our uplifting experience at the Cascades Raptor Center, we headed west on OR-126 to where the Siuslaw River emptied into the Pacific Ocean, the seaside town of Florence, our first destination on the Central Oregon coast. Here was what I had hoped San Juan Island would have been: kitschy souvenir shops, galleries showcasing local… Continue reading

I pantomimed to Bob that I would give my opinion of the Breve latte and made-on-the-premises cinnamon roll from Wandering Goat Coffee Company after the train laden with wood planks and electric poles had trundled passed. What was all this talk about inflated lumber prices? Low supply? The seemingly endless stream of train carts was… Continue reading

The next morning, I had eavesdropped (if it could be called that) on the most asinine and pretentious conversation I had heard in a long time while we waited for our breakfast to arrive. But what would you expect at a place called Petite Provence. How dull was your life that you discussed the rationale… Continue reading