Some scrapes and mud and a ripped sweatshirt later, I appeared at the beach at the exact same time as Ang. But that's okay, because then a random puppy appeared and we talked to the family that owned him, and they said that during the lower tides there is a cave beneath the rock island thing. We trekked up to the top of the rock, and took some pictures of the coastline.
Our second to last random stop in Oregon was a small turn off from the highway. I drove by, saw a beautiful view, slammed the breaks, and we parked. We went through some woods, and eventually appeared over what would be probably our favorite picture of the entire trip.
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The final stop was just to grab some crap from Walgreens, and we scooted over to the liquor store so I could get Jim some Oregon beer. The clerk in the store had the most amazing radio voice ever, and when we told him so, he started chatting and it just struck us at that point that we had not met a single unkind, unhappy person in Oregon. Every single person we spoke with was friendly, but not fake friendly, they seemed genuinely cool and laid back, and interested in what we had to say. All of them (aside from the guy who watched us push a truck, but they were probably from California) were the kind of people you would want to surround yourself with.
As we crossed the state line into California, there was a message painted on the road: "COME BACK"
We were instantly depressed about leaving Oregon, and it hadn't even occurred to us until we were already out of the state that although we had been joking about moving there, the joke had become more serious. I called my mother and told her that I was going to move, so start packing. She had wanted to move to Oregon for as long as I can remember, and now I understand why.
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