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Close to where this picture was taken, with Neahkahnie Mountain to our backs and the Pacific crashing on the rocks many feet below us...we (Kurtis, me, his brother and his fiancee) scattered Kurtis' father. Well, most of him - a small portion is on its way to Hawaii, where my cousin will scatter it in the oceans there.
It still amazes me that you literally go from the mountains to the ocean here - all my ocean experiences were in Florida where it's flat as a pancake. Here, you're driving through the mountains and looking down on the Pacific on the way - from old growth pines to sea spray like that.
Then I became a true Oregonian...I went here and bought jerky for Kurtis, fudge for me and CHEESE to share. Best cheese there is, kids, best cheese ever.
Just don't ask me about the comments I made after we saw the signs saying 'JERKY 1/2 MILE!'...'JERKY 1/4 MILE! or the lovely/ladylike things that I may yell at shitty drivers...like the pus-encrusted dead goat felching douchebag that almost t-boned us trying to get to Crotchless (local strip joint that takes full advantage of the lax Oregon laws about nudity). Dudes, there's no reason to almost kill people to see some tweaker's droopy labia, um'kay?