Oregon coast. After the Oregon Dunes, Fred searches for food in Coos Bay.
040813.1522 — El Sombrero, Coos Bay
I find that if I go too long without food, as I tend to do on the road, I get a little dopey. I took the grand tour of Coos Bay without finding a single restaurant that sounded good to me, finally ending up back here. I’m having the Chimichanga which often reads better than it tastes, but I need some grease to keep going. Will probably head a little way up the coast and find a decent campsite within reach of Portland, and end up there tomorrow.
Had a small incident with the fridge; one of the beers I had in it (keeping warm) popped and got beer all over; I knew that was what I was smelling when I pulled over; wasn’t bad and I’ve got paper towels and trash bags, but I really don’t need to carry beer with me, do I?
The coast is beautiful, alternating between foggy and sunny, and I’ve been getting out and walking on the beach and picking up rocks regularly — reference Lucille Ball in “The Long Trailer”. Per Eddie, perhaps I’ll catch-and-release them somewhere up the coast.
Phone is working, for the moment. I’ve decided there’s a complex metric of how agitated I get about not having email: I think generally if I know I can’t get it I get only slightly more agitated day by day, to a limit where then I really don’t care; but if I attempt to get it and can’t, I get a lot more agitated. Wardriving is an amusing game but it’s annoying to have it be my primary method of connecting to the net. I imagine that in five years or less, this same trip may have broadband most of the way.