At the close of our previous chapter, dark clouds were brewing above readying themselves to unleash a world of rain upon us campers. Although much of this downpour was slept through, the aftermath was noticible the following morning...
...And in Oregon, when it rains - it pours.
Yet Jaimie persevered with optimism, even striking a post of what appears to be a scene from Alien.
While Ryan, who often refers to himself in the third person, had his morning improve while driving down his favorite stretch of road due to the amazing line of sight and distance of it that can be seen. This road would also lead our travelers to breakfast and their final stop together on this adventure.
What better place to eat than a place that has vintage guns hanging on every open space along their walls? That was a rhetorical question with the answer being 'there is no better place to eat.' I don't know how else to describe the place but to say that it had many guns that would necessitate an entire rack, unlike Wayne.
One last image from our breakfast spot and overall journey. I like words of wisdom like I like my hash browns - on a pan. Then again, I ate what I usually eat... cereal.*roll credits*
How was that for an ending? I personally enjoyed the final word being 'cereal,' it was either that or 'rosebud.' I hope you all enjoyed the saga as well. Then again if you didn't, the good news is that it's over and I hope to have an exciting post lined up for tomorrow. Until then, don't touch that dial.
2 comments:
Ryan - you should get your picture taken now with Pippen in your sweatshirt...then youguys would have matching Alien pictures and you know how cute that is. :)
Jaimie hope you're feeling better at Togos - managing all your employees butts and putting them in LINE!
Can I borrow Friday Night Lights? Thanks.
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