Since it's our one year wedding anniversary we decided to spend the weekend at the Oregon coast in this town called Cannon Beach.  I haven't been here since Ray and I visited back in 1997.  It's a straight shot from Portland, only about a hour and half drive West.  We came down Saturday and are taking Monday off of work.

This is the view outside from the deck at our hotel room.  I keep telling the wife it's like National Geographic here.  All the birds and the rocks and the ocean...  You've got to come here to see it for yourself.

The seagulls are friendly.  We were eating and drinking wine on the deck and I put a piece of cracker on the railing 1 foot away from where I was sitting.  Next this guy flies right up, eats it, and looks at me for more.  I couldn't believe how close up he was.  We tossed a few in the air and caught them easily.  Better than your dog Fido.  Then a bunch more started circling like vultures so we decided to go have dinner.

We're staying at this nice hotel right downtown called the Waves using a gift certificate from the in-laws.  Everything is in walking distance which is great because when you're on vacation, it seems that everything revolves around your next meal.

So we had some fish and chips and clam chowder at a brew pub and then wandered across the street for a couple beers before calling it a night.  When I hit the bathroom it had this weird poster over the toilet.  I don't get it.  Wilfs is a restaurant in a the train station 90 miles away in downtown Portland.  Am I supposed to be laughing because you might use urinal ice in your cocktails?