Cassie and I started our day with a wonderful ride through a winter wonderland. AKA Mt. Hood. We were heading to Timberline Ski Lodge so I could try skiing for the first time ever. I was terrified but Cassandra Marie had faith in me, so I knew I could do all things.
The drive was incredible in itself. Within minutes of our ascent up the mountain, everything was covered in snow. We aren't used to such things in Texas - snow, mountains, an abundance of trees. It was quite the sight.
When we got to the ski resort, I nearly bailed. I am so afraid of heights and things that combine heights and speed and no control of my legs are not ideal for me. I'm amazed I even agreed to go in the first place. And, no surprises, I fell. A lot. I ran into trees, rolled down the hill and face planted only a couple of times. The only thing even open today was the friggin smallest bunny slope, too. So, I'm just inexperienced. Most of the time, I fell because I couldn't figure out how to stop. So I just tried to flatten out. Which was funny because sometimes I continued skiing down the hill while lying on my back.
Cassie Marie, on the other hand, is a snow goddess. I've never seen anyone else ski with such small effort and with such ease. She was the envy of all the snow land. I had a great teacher. Every time we we went down, I got a little better. Until we took a break for lunch and drinks. Then I had to start all over again.
We must have been doing such a good job that we caught the attention of a local news van. They stopped to interview us, ask some deep, personal questions, and also what we thought about the weather and snow. Well, we're from TEXAS. It doesn't take a lot of snow to impress us. So we were just so excited to even be out there. But apparently we chose the worst day to go ski. The snow on Mt. Hood was 13% of its average and the lowest amount of snow since 1981. We really didn't care, though. We still made it on the news. Watch us here.
After all the fun that was our ski adventure, we took off on a three hour drive to our next destination, Tillamook, OR. We are only here to go to the cheese factory, which better be good because this town smells like cow pies.
On the way to Tillamook, we had to refuel Sparky. That wouldn't really matter, except in Oregon, you can't pump your own gas. They have attendees come over and pump your gas for you. Normal people don't care, but this was just another adventure for Cassie and I! We told him we were novices so he slowly and surely explained to us how we could literally sit in our car while he pumped our gas and cleaned our windows. He must've known we'd just become local celebrities.
When we arrived in Tillamook, like I said, the first thing you really notice is the smell. Of cows. Everywhere. As soon as you step outside. I mean damn. We found a hotel to stay at but needed to find somewhere to eat. Mind you, it's only 8 p.m. when we try to find a restaurant. I think in this whole town, only 5 restaurants were open after 8:30. We had very little options. So we chose a restaurant that had decent review and when we get there, no one is there. The lights are off. No cars in the lot. The place was completely closed. We went to the one other restaurant that was still open at that time, now 8:30. It was some brewery/restaurant combo. The smell on the inside of the restaurant was worse than the smell of the entire town. We almost just called it and went to Subway. But Cassie found an Irish Pub that was open till midnight and still served food. When we got there, we were informed that we had chosen to come in on karaoke night. Thank goodness.
This whole bar experience is really indescribable, but I'll do my best. There were flashing lights and booming music from 2004 and a bunch of drunk hicks yelling at each other. Cassie and I immediately ordered some drinks and food. We got nachos. There weren't even beans on the nachos. The "sour cream" was pink. The pulled pork on the nachos was also fine, but better if you ate it without the nachos. I was full pretty fast. We had someone, we really don't know who, buy us drinks from the bartender. Literally as we were about to leave. So we tried to pawn them off on someone else, and I somehow ended up playing pool so we could offer my teammates our drinks so we could leave. We heard things like, "We can tell you're not from around here," and "Texas?! What the hell are you doing out here?"
We don't know, sir. We just wanted to try some cheese.
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