I take it back, getting to the top of Tillamook Head is not as easy as I thought.
It's where I've been living for the past three nights, in the thick of the rain forest with a view of the ocean about a thousand feet straight down out the front flap of my tent. In my new forest home I've spotted three elk, countless spiders, gnats, mosquitoes, a couple snakes, and a real live Bald Eagle. I can see now why they're so special. I've never seen a real one before. I am filthy, muddy, and unwashed, standing in the Visitor's Center at Seaside, about six miles away from my tent, with a big wad of butterscotch saltwater taffy in my teeth.
I can't think of a better way to spend a holiday.
Okay. I'm going back outside now. I'm starting to get curious looks from all the retirees in here,
probably wondering to themsleves, "What's that smell?"
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