I don't know how many times I've driven along Hwy 101, but it's a few dozen. Often enough so the little towns look familiar, but not often enough to have a strong grasp of the geography. I didn't look closely at the map, so I couldn't remember if our destination was north of Tillamook. Once we got to Tillamook, we knew it was not. We had to continue south.
We did note, however, the hand-lettered signs around Tillamook that read "Go Mooks!" We took it to be the a high-school-sports nickname. Now, "mook" is not a common word, but I'm told the Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang defines it as "an ineffectual, foolish, or contemptible person." So cheering for the "Mooks" is like rooting for the "Losers." I suppose this reveals a very healthy attitude toward sports in Tillamook; they know they're going to lose, but everyone's okay with that. They're all just proud that their team is out there in their ineffectual, foolish way. Go Mooks! We love you happy losers!
After a while of southward travel, we wonder why we aren't seeing signs for Lincoln City. Finally, before we reach Hebo, we see a sign. Lincoln City is still 45 miles away. We've driven forty minutes, but we're almost an hour to our destination. Crap. Still, it's a fine day, with sun trying to break through the clouds, and what else have we got to do? So we press on.
After seventy miles and almost ninety minutes since we left the Sea Cliff, we reach the Wildflower Grill. The great disappointment is that they are no longer serving breakfast; we would have to have left an hour earlier for that. I did enjoy my Tortilla Soup and Turkey Sandwich, and drarwenchicken had a Crab Salad as big as her head, so it wasn't a total loss. The moral is; check the map CAREFULLY before you leave your house. And maybe take the map with you.
"So what do you want to do in Lincoln City?" Well, one can't go without checking to see if Safeway has their 2-For-1 Crab deal. They did not. So we got jello-with-fruit snack cups instead, and checked out the nearby bookstore. We picked up a book of essays by a local writer, sort of Oregon's answer to Garrison Keillor. Then a stop for life-giving coffee. With that, we'd run out of things to do in Lincoln City, so we headed back to Manzanita. drarwenchicken read to me from the book, and the time flew by. We did stop to look at a shop with blue glass items in the window, but they were not up to snuff. We arrived back at the safety of the Sea Cliff, almost five hours since we left for breakfast. What a great vacation day!