It's really hard not to think of The Goonies when you're driving through Astoria. It's very picturesque and if a bunch of movies weren't already filmed there, you would write one. It's got that kind of vibe. Like hidden, but not hidden. And a past so rich you feel as though you are walking amongst ghosts. Wicked ghosts, because in 1880, Astoria was dubbed, "The most wicked place on earth..."
We had driven through Astoria on our way to the Midsummer Scandinavian Festival and I became sort of obsessed with going back.
Here is yet another photo taken from the passenger seat. I hope you can see why I love this little town so much:
Astoria kind of juts out into the Columbia River; we are driving a cross a very long bridge to get there. The other bridge you see in the photo, goes to Washington. It's like San Francisco, except they actually like visitors.
I don't know who he is, but WWII was very big up here.
I bought one for each of the boys thinking they would throw them off the giant hill. Nope. Hartwell climbed to the top of the tower again with his plane and his dad! Cause I wasn't climbing again. There they are, getting ready to throw:
The boys went into the woods and found some more planes, because that's what you do, I guess. It was gorgeous and wet and muddy and green. I think that's the Oregon motto:
Columbia River Maritime Museum. It was incredible. I recommend going without kids for at least an hour. And then letting them join you. Is that possible? We had a pee accident and there was a lot of walking to the car and then back. I sort of missed all the exhibits. The boys spent most of their time here, (I wish it had locked):
Bowpicker Fish and Chips. Delicious! I could taste the beer in the beer batter. Plus? Who doesn't want to buy fish and chips from a boat?
Miss the first part?! No one starts at Breaking Dawn!