On our way toward Yosemite (actually 8/8/10), we stopped for the day at Mt. Shasta in Northern California.  We drove Buster to the top...not sure why this appeared to be a good idea, but it was cool and the view was great.  Max and Joe convince me to ride bikes down the mountain with Max.  We rode 14 miles downhill, going 20+mph.  As we neared the bottom, Max says, "I'm done.  Are you done?  I'm so done."  I was done too. 

Shelbie arranged for us to have dinner at a restaurant in Dundee, Oregon, named.....Tina's.  Michael, a friend of her's from high school, is the sommelier at this very quaint and enjoyable restaurant.  They use mostly local and organic foods in their recipes and it was a fantastic evening.  Joe and I dined alone for the first time in a long while. 

Here is Michael, our very gracious host!

If you're in the Dundee, OR, area, check out Tina's Restaurant.

On our way back to Oregon for some Portlandian fun, we stop at the famous Mt. St. Helens in southern Washington.  Joe wakes up early and starts driving up the mountain.  I don't even remember where we were sleeping.  I wake up and Joe is maneuvering Buster along the windy mountain road in dense fog.  We travel over bridges and around turns and rarely see another car.  The sunrise is spectacular, and i drink my coffee that morning in near perfect peace.

Decided to spend the next few days camped in one spot, get some work done, relax after doing a lot of sightseeing in Astoria.  (For those of you who are "date conscious" this was last week, about 7/25, 7/26...something like that)  We spent 2 nights at an RV camp ground in Westport, Washington, a small fishing town on the coast.  We were in walking distance of the beach and right near the marina.  I was getting used to the fishy smell, but could not get used to the cold.  While cooking dinner out on our new little grill, we could see our breath!  Joe bought some fresh caught salmon and grilled it up for us.  It was kind of cool to see people walking in off the charter boats with big plastic bags full of fish.  Why must every town be remembered for what was eaten there?  Little Richard's Doughnuts were a big hit for Joe and Max, who went out on their bikes early to seek out the famous donut joint.  Turns out you could see it from where our bus was parked.

After the second night was colder than the first, we decided to move on toward Seattle.  Sorry, no pictures :(