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That’s Deep

I continue to be awestruck by this amazing world of ours. There is nowhere else on earth like Crater Lake, one of America’s fine National Parks.

The hole in the earth was not created by a crater as originally thought, but rather by volcanic activity back in the day. No rivers flow into the lake. Just lots of rain and snow. The water is pure, clean, and bluer than the sky above. At nearly 2,000 feet, it’s the deepest lake in the U.S.

Crater Lake & Wizard Island

Crater Lake & Wizard Island

And yay for campsites with free wood! We met some new friends Pete and Laura and were able to have the biggest bonfires, thanks (or no thanks) to the pine beetle and the trees it’s killed.


There are a few things you can count on when you visit your old neighbor and friend Jessica. Good food. Good wine. Good conversation. Sadly (but also excitingly), she and her hubby Pete recently moved to Eugene, where Jess started a doctorate program at the University of Oregon. Home of the Ducks. What a great mascot.

Although we were missing Pete, we had such a lovely time in an awesome city. We biked the town, hiked a butte, did some important work at the Pizza Research Institute, and had a mellow but memorable ladies night out. Thanks for everything. Until next time…

Pizza Research Institute

Pizza Research Institute: for the betterment of mankind.

PRI Eugene

That homeless guy in front of the PRI - or was he?

spencer butte

On top of Spencer Butte

pesto pasta

pesto + orzo + kale + crusty bread

ladies night

Jessica doing the Steve Jobs pose

Feeling Crabby

Famous Cannon Beach is about 30 miles down the 101 from Astoria. Which is funny, because in The Goonies, the kids ride their bikes to it. Either those kids were in great shape, or that Spielberg pulled one over on us all.

Cannon Beach

Cannon Beach


I love it when clouds do this.



We camped on the beach and found a little boat rental place that provided all of the crabbing essentials. They also cleaned and steamed your catch for you. Sounded like a good deal to us.


Emily's Crabbing Lesson 101: You mean all I have to do is throw those rings into the water...

crabbing it up

... pull them out ten minutes later...

e voilà

e voilà?

my try

Let me try that.


Hmm, this is a little heavier than it looks.


Exact quote: "Waaaa!"

brown pelican

Maybe I should just stick to taking pictures of the wildlife.

brown pelican

Hey look, a brown pelican.

cleaning the crab

Back at the docks, it was time to get our crabs cooked and cleaned.

crab heart

This is the part where they stab the crab's heart and give it to you to eat.

cooked crab

They turn such a pretty color.

crab cakes

Crab cakes a la Terry (and Zatarains)

See Food Diet

I’m on a diet. Whenever I see food, I eat it.

Ahh, I crack myself up. But seriously, these days it does feel like we’re on a seafood diet. We can’t get this stuff this fresh where we live, so we have to take advantage of it while we’re here.

We were in Astoria when off in the distance, on a creaky old pier, we saw a sign for Rogue, maker of Dead Guy Ale (Terry’s all time favorite beer). Of course, we had to stop and grab a growler. When I asked where the bathroom was, I was directed to the back of this warehouse, only to discover that this is where the old Bumblebee Tuna factory was.

Old Factory

Old Buoys

Bumblebee Tuna

Bumblebee Tuna

All of this great nostalgia and old machinery was neat to see. We decided to seek out some fresh seafood of our own. We got to the market just in time to see them filleting the latest catch.




eating seafood by the fire

Eating our fresh catch seaside

Goonies Never Say Die


I tell ya what, it’s a good thing The Goonies saved Astoria from being taken over by that country club back in the 80’s, because this place is sweet. We settled in at a campground near Ft. Stevens State Park so we could thoroughly explore the area. We may or may not have also been looking for One-Eyed Willy’s treasure.

Fort Stevens

Shipwreck of the Peter Iredale


Columbia River, Astoria

Boats in Astoria

Near the Maritime Museum

Dangerous World

It's a dangerous world out there. Be very careful.

Port of Astoria

The whole city used to be built on pilings on the waterfront until a fire in the 1920's.

Astoria Waterfront Trolley

Astoria Waterfront Trolley, $1 per ride. Cheap date.


View from the Astoria Column 160 stairs up.

Fire On The Mountain

Between that loathsome pine beetle, logging, and forest fires, we have seen much damage to some of America’s forests along our route. But this time we drove directly into the fire zone. Southern Washington and Northern Oregon were littered with different forest fires ablaze.

fire over there

Fire's over yonder, see?

We arrived in Hood River at sunset and settled in for the night. In the morning light, and even through the smoke, we saw what we could not see the night before: Mount Hood. Our plan was to do a nice bicycle ride, but something funny happened. Without conversation, we found ourselves driving to Mount Hood. I guess when you see a massive mountain of snow sticking out of the landscape in September, you’re just drawn to it.

the gorge

Columbia River by twilight


Crossing into Oregon

Mt. Hood

Mount Hood through the smoke

out of the smoke

Finally made it out of the smoke

Mt. Hood Meadows

Mount Hood Meadows ski resort

Umbrella Falls

Umbrella Falls

Hood River and the Columbia River Gorge are notorious for their winds and the abundance of wind sport seekers – wind surfers, kite boarders, sail boats – in their waters at most times. But there was no wind while we were there. Not even a little gust. Which clearly means, no kites. I’m not sure if I’d have preferred to see The Gorge with all the colorful kites and sails, or au natural, but it sure lives up to it’s name (it was gorgeous).

Union Pacific along the Columbia

Union Pacific Railroad

The Gorge

The Gorge

Full Sail

Full Sail Brewery


Corks in a fireplace at a winery. (Just callin' it like it is.)

On our way out, we stopped at popular Multnoma Falls. Picturesque, I believe, would be an appropriate word for these falls. Steep, I believe, would be an appropriate word for the hike to the top. It was so steep, we actually made a feeble attempt at running to the top. It just felt like a more efficient use of energy.

Multnoma Falls

Multnoma Falls

Multnoma Falls from the bridge

Multnoma Falls from the bridge

Our first passage ever into the state of Oregon. If the rest of this place is anything like this, I think we’ll have a few amazing weeks ahead…

What a place

What a place