Oregon Coast--Wildlife

Sunday morning we find ourselves in the middle of the Race for the Cure as we walk to get donuts. I like to pretend that we are selfless people who are giving up part of our vacation to Give Back to Society; Steve likes to pretend that he’s playing Frogger with breast cancer walkers in place of trucks.

 

I always expect Voodoo Donuts to throw me out for being too old and not having enough piercings. If I were ever to get married, it might be at Voodoo Donuts—the donut chef is also a licensed minister. We exclaim over the cock and balls shaped donut. Aesthetically, I can see why they cover it in chocolate, but as much as I like chocolate by itself and donuts by themselves, I don’t like them both together and have to get a plain, torus shaped one. Soon, I am covered in glaze up to my wrist.

 

We go over to Washington Park where the zoo and all the gardens are. We get lost in the arboretum. Getting lost on foot appears to be an overarching theme of our vacation. We are trying to figure out if the hemlock trees that grow all over the northwest are poisonous. (Wikipedia says no, that they were just named hemlocks because of a similarity in scent to the poisonous European herb. This seems deliberately confusing.)

 

We drive over to the coast.

 

Done