Goonies never say die

Thursday we decided to take a little trip out of Portland up north to one of Oregon's State Parks. Apparently in Oregon it is quite common to find Yurts (Mongolian tent) in a lot of the camp sites. Finding it impossible to get in contact with the sites we chose one and decided to just turn up hoping that there were some available. We drove up north and arrived at Nehalem bay state park in the pitch black. By pure luck the camp ground attendant was there and we managed to get our Yurt. Very compact but it had all of the basics plus heating which was amazing for $36 between four of us. Petra got a fire going with our 1 remaining match and so our dinner of barbecued wieners was a raging success. 

 Morgan, Petra and Tony outside the Yurt

After the pretty comfortable night in the yurt we headed out along the coast to find one of the beaches. Cannon beach was supposed to be a pretty good one especially as it was the beach used for the filming of 'The Goonies'. You can clearly see the famous rock when you get there. The weather was perfect for a wander down this amazing piece of coastline and due to the shear size of it we didn't mind sharing it with a few others. Would definitely recommend this place to any that visit Oregon.

 Petra and Haystack Rock

Haystack Rock with Wrinkly Dog

Feeling a bit hungry after the 3 mile hike down the beach, we drove a bit further up the coast to a small town known as 'Seaside'. Very original naming. After seeing clam chowder advertised everywhere when we were in San Francisco we finally decided to find out what the hell it is. It turns out its basically clam and potato soup and commonly comes in a bread bowl. Pretty tasty and you get to eat the bowl. Would not recommend prawn cocktail though at this place as it seems to be prawns and chilli salsa which just doesn't seem right.

Morgan and Clayton really enjoying bread bowl clam chowder

Just as we left the weather went crap and started to hail, really hard. Luckily we were able to take shelter in a taco house that was on happy hour. 99 cent tacos, definite win. 

We had every intention of staying another night in a yurt somewhere but it being the weekend, nowhere would be available so we headed back to Portland for a night out in town. Petra made some traditional Finnish Fisu (fisherman's friends vodka) which is dangerously nice despite being basically straight vodka. After a few we set out for the Mississippi District for a drink or 10 in a German bar called 'Prost'. Making new friends was pretty easy as Petra spent the whole night with an old gay bouncer and his little dog. Verdict on the bar was very good especially as they served beer in litre glasses. We were saved the next day by a trip to the local food carts in Hawthorn neighbourhood and a large dose of chilli cheese fries. This area is amazing if you like your vintage shops.

 Getting kisses from new bff

 Hangover cure. Tastes a lot better than it looks.