Friday April 17

I woke up at Jon's place with the intention of heading north, but there was one thing I had to do first. The Goonies took place in Astoria Oregon, and as one of the best movies ever made, it deserved some respect. I credit Hayle with putting the idea in my head, as it was his first thought when I told him about the trip. I drove across OR and finally arrived in Astoria. It's a town that seems to have seen better days (likely logging or trading as it's right on the mouth of the Columbia river), but there's still a vibrancy to it.

The new owners of the Goondocks have restored it and even put up a sign telling fans of the movie that they're welcome to come look.

The house


Me at the house


More


The view from the house


Data's house (for all you Data fans; you know who you are)


From there I went north up the west side of Puget Sound. My plan was to stay at Stretch Point State park, which seemed to be on an inviting little island. However, when I got there it turned out to be a quarter acre of scrub land with no place to camp. I backtracked down to Jarrell Cove state park, where I set up camp. Tried my hand at fishing, and it turns out I am really bad at fishing. It's much harder to get the hook in the water than it seems.

The campsite itself was beautiful, with a view over a little cove (presumably Jarrell cove) and the sound of sea lions in the distance.