The Portland Visit

The vacation started out by Nana and Jonesie battling a snow storm just to get to the airport on time. We did leave on time and flew to Seattle and then down to Portland on one of the smallest commercial planes in the air. The CRJ or the Canadian Regional Jet. It should have been banned before it was put into operation.

We then were off to the coast for the weekend with everyone. We had a three bedroom beach house that was nice and comfortable. The weather did not cooperate as we wanted but we still had some beach time and sand surfacing by Evan.

The plan was to go for ice cream at the Tillamook Cheese Factory. It is a place that we never miss when we go to the coast. Evan and I wanted to go on Saturday afternoon, but were voted down and we then planned on stopping on Sunday on the way back home.

Sunday morning we got up checked out of the hotel and stopped in Pacific City for lunch at the Pelican Inn. W have been there before but could not remember much of it. Well, it is not a memorable place. The beer that everyone first asked for was out so we had to settle for second best. The waiter came back and told us that they
were out of regular beer glasses so he used pint glasses and just didn't fill them up as much.

On to the ice cream. All of were busy making our list for the kind of ice cream we were going to have. We arrived at the cheese factory, were walking up to the door and were informed that the place had just closed the doors because of a water main break.
we were kind of bummed out but we thought we would go to Dairy Queen for a lesser treat. Drove back toward town to the Dairy Queen to find out it was closed and looked to have been closed for some time.
Never fear, Jonesie had read in some tourist litature that a French cheese place, just down the road, had ice cream. So it was back toward the cheese factory to the French cheese factory and animal petting yard. Inside this place they a lot of treats and trinkets, they did have Brie Cheese and guess what, no ice cream. By this time all of us are hysterical except Evan. He is really getting worried that we weren't going to get some ice cream.

My last hope was McDonalds. Out of the French Cheese Factory driveway we went, the wrong direction of course, on our last quest for ice cream. When we, Nana, Evan and Jonesie, arrived we did not see Jeff, Katie, or the mini cupcake anywhere. So we thought that they just headed home so we went thru the drive thru. I looked in the rear view mirror and there they were. They too went the wrong way.

We did get something that seemed like ice cream and finally went back to Portland.

The rest of the vacation could not compare to the quest for ice cream. The following Sunday was sad as Nana and Jonesie had to leave for Wisconsin.