Happy Birthday USA!

Trip Start Jun 19, 2010
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Trip End Jul 08, 2010


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Sunday, July 4, 2010

 

Sequim, WA to Seaside, OR – July 4, 2010

As we got up we decided laundry was in order so we did a couple loads prior to departure. After packing we headed to the bikes to load up and get on the road. When we got down to the bikes, Julie found a gigantic beetle on her seat on the back of the bike. Shawn took a couple pictures and then got a piece of paper thinking we could put it on Ed's bike before he got outside to notice. As he got the paper near the bug, it reared back and began hissing at him. The cheerleader youth and their parents were super excited about the “hissing beetle” we found. Needless to say, no surprise on Ed's bike, but some cool pictures of a pissed off insect.

There wasn't really anything about the day's ride that was overly stimulating other than the overall general beauty of the peninsula itself.......shoreline and stunning bridge architecture. We did however have the pleasure of riding through Port Angeles and Forks, WA. We use the term pleasure VERY loosely. The weather was somewhat foul and the throng of Twilight fare and the local parade goers made for a very slow go of it as we were detoured through the back roads of small town Washington.

As it got near dark (and much more chilly), we arrived in Astoria, Oregon. We stopped at a Starbucks to get a warm drink and start making calls about lodging for the evening. Sadly (or stupidly) we didn't consider sooner the fact that it was the Fourth of July and smack dab in the middle of a long holiday weekend. We called every hotel within a hundred miles ahead and behind and only found a couple rooms available. Although not thrilled about the pricing, which was quite exorbitant even for a holiday, we didn't have a choice. We settled on an oceanfront room about 30 miles ahead of us and set out. Upon arriving in Seaside, Oregon we found a scene that looked like a smaller west coast version of Mardi Gras. People everywhere, streets blocked off, not enough police and a scent of ganja in the air. In addition to that the scent of wood smoke permeated the air.

Ed went to check us in and appeared to be having troubles as he was gone for 20 mins before we went to check on him. Shawn overheard the manager say something about the room being double booked at which point he walked back outside as to not get unruly. Julie went inside a few minutes after that to see what was going on, only to find Ed getting the keys to a room. Lucky for us the manager was so proficient in problem solving. The only solution to the problem was giving us the Executive Suite for the night as they already had our money in their coffers. Please indulge us as we describe the room in which we were given. Although it only contained one queen bed in a separate room, they were kind enough to provide a roll away which we were able to position between the dining and living rooms. We started some laundry in the private laundry room and ordered beers from room service as we sat in the recliners in front of the bay windows overlooking the beach where the town's firework display was to begin shortly. Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good we supposed? No way we could have planned this. As we lounged sipping our cold beers in our warm room we couldn't help but feel a small twinge for the masses huddling around their beach fires and wrapped in their blankets trying to stay warm. We all three agreed on a room service feast along with more celebratory beers. The fireworks display that followed caught us all off guard. It was spectacular. We soon understood why the crowds were so thick in the streets, in the town and on the beach. We also agreed that the personal fireworks of the onlookers rivaled that of the professional display. This was a people watching extravaganza. The drunker they got, the harder we laughed. We continued to marvel at our good fortune as we folded our clean laundry having never left our room. Outside of staying up to laugh at the unfortunate drunkards cruising the boardwalk and the fireworks until 6am, all in all a good night.
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