Hmm not much to say on day 3 apart from how much I’m really looking forward to leaving Washington. There’s so much ravaged forest a person can take, also I’d rather ride near the coast instead of climbing the hills of the interior encountering possible locations for Deliverance2. In all seriousness, it's been nice, but zig-zagging south should only be done with a motorcycle.
The towns I encountered were: Ocean City (a lazy summer surfing spot – every other house/trailer has a Sasquatch carving on their lawn and/or sells firewood), Hoquiam (a depressing lumber town sprawling with mouth breathers) Aberdeen (a bigger version of Hoquiam), Raymond (I stopped only to ask if South Bend had a motel) and finally South Bend.
If you are in the area, I suggest staying in South Bend; It’s the “Oyster Capital of the World”. I found that hard to believe, especially after the experience in BC. I guffawed at the sign until I came into view of an oyster shell hill (with accompanying bitter aroma). Let me reiterate: one of the oyster shell hills dotted along the Willapa River. I peeked at its shores and recognized the tell tale signs of oyster beds. A river otter peeked back at me before slipping under the murky waters. I knew what I was going to have for dinner.
this is what an oyster shell hill looks like
Because I cycled like a lunatic these last 3 days, I decided to treat myself to a motel room. I checked into the Seaquest Motel, had a 20-minute bath then headed off to the roadside BBQ joint for some oysters and a burger. You can’t miss the place; it has one of those BBQ smoker ovens, kind of like a large rusted propane tank spewing smoke from a flue. To be honest, the oysters in BC were better…
Wildlife count: 1 dead deer, 1 live deer, more eagles, 1 river otter
The towns I encountered were: Ocean City (a lazy summer surfing spot – every other house/trailer has a Sasquatch carving on their lawn and/or sells firewood), Hoquiam (a depressing lumber town sprawling with mouth breathers) Aberdeen (a bigger version of Hoquiam), Raymond (I stopped only to ask if South Bend had a motel) and finally South Bend.
If you are in the area, I suggest staying in South Bend; It’s the “Oyster Capital of the World”. I found that hard to believe, especially after the experience in BC. I guffawed at the sign until I came into view of an oyster shell hill (with accompanying bitter aroma). Let me reiterate: one of the oyster shell hills dotted along the Willapa River. I peeked at its shores and recognized the tell tale signs of oyster beds. A river otter peeked back at me before slipping under the murky waters. I knew what I was going to have for dinner.
this is what an oyster shell hill looks like
Because I cycled like a lunatic these last 3 days, I decided to treat myself to a motel room. I checked into the Seaquest Motel, had a 20-minute bath then headed off to the roadside BBQ joint for some oysters and a burger. You can’t miss the place; it has one of those BBQ smoker ovens, kind of like a large rusted propane tank spewing smoke from a flue. To be honest, the oysters in BC were better…
Wildlife count: 1 dead deer, 1 live deer, more eagles, 1 river otter
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