Don't they say every road trip is all about the food? (Who are They?) After finding this wondrous little cafe in Gearhart, Oregon we certainly were persuaded. Breakfast on day two convinced us that all our bad luck was behind us.... just good times to come. Little did we know what was to be (I think they call that foreshadowing)
As we sped south on Hwy 101, we came upon the awe inspiring views of the Pacific Ocean. I look at the pacific ocean every day at home ~ but this view, off the coast of Oregon is a sight to behold. The raw power of that water is beyond intimidating to those of us who walk and swim along the inside passage of Vancouver Island. The coastal communities of Rockaway Beach and Manzanita were definitely worth stopping at. We had designer ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery in Lincoln City.
That's where it all started to go wrong again. Yes, folks, the engine light on a nearly new vehicle lit up like a Christmas tree. Okay it wasn't that spectacular, but please.... nothing has ever gone wrong with this car and now, miles away from home... this happens. So, what do you do but take out your trusty manual and read. All is well, not to panic, if the vehicle is still running well, as whew, it was, just schedule a service. Let's mention right now, the thing had been serviced five days prior to this road trip. Okay, on we go.... destination Crescent City, California.
After passing though the agricultural border crossing between Oregon and California, we were just a few miles from our next motel room. 365 or so miles today (note the change from km to miles, we are in the US of A now). Pulling into Crescent City, we lose power. Sure, it's intermittent, it was sort of like a bad movie of the week ~like the cruise control had taken over. We limped into a Travel Lodge and decided to call it a night. Things always look better in the light of day. Don't they?