So I decided to avoid the I-5, and headed down Highway 101 towards Oregon, moving along the two-lane blacktop at the speed of slack. I am on vacation, after all. I really had no idea where I was headed, or where I'd end up tonight, or what I'd be doing along the way.

Kind of like Lewis & Clark. Except in a car. By myself. And stuff.

Like Lewis & Clark. Except different.

First I had to make it to the coast, which I did near Cosmopolis, WA.

You don't see many black and white cop cars these days.

I went off of Highway 101 to Cape Disappointment. Checked out the 100-something year old lighthouse.

Steps to the North Head lighthouse.

Back in the day, the lighthouse at Cape Disappointment wasn't visible to ships coming in from the north, so they built a second lighthouse.

Fresnel lens of the North Head lighthouse.

The two volunteers working at the lighthouse told me about some of the wrecks along the Graveyard of the Pacific, specifically of the Peter Iredale. So I decided to check it out.

The Peter Iredale rests (and rusts) on the beach in Oregon.

Pretty neat seeing a skeleton of an old ship just wasting away. More on the ship here.

I headed back down Highway 101 a bit, and pulled off for the night in Rockaway Beach. Fortunately the summer rates for the hotels don't kick in for a few more weeks, so I'm staying on the beach, in style, on the cheap.

The sunset from my motel room.

I have seriously no idea where I'm headed tomorrow. Northern California? Idaho? A short trip to Portland? I dunno. I'll figure something out.