We had a great week after Hood River. I met up with some buddies in Portland for a night of beer drinking. I think it was a pretty long day for all of us. It’s rare for three dudes to look at one another inside a strip club and all come up with the same conclusion that it was time to call it a night after being inside for only 5 minutes.

I looked at the map on Saturday with Parker and Willie. We all agreed on Cannon Beach being next. And wouldn’t you know it? As soon as I got to Cannon my senses honed in on a neat little watering hole – the Screw and Brew. I like neighborhood dives. They’re awesome spots to feel out the locals and make new friends.

The first night vanlyfing was a total bust (stupid license plate). The cops rolled up on me around 1 or 2 in the morning, put their spot lights through my windshield and added disco lights for drama. Great. So what did I do? I left the parking lot they wanted me out of and went to another spot. Where did I wake up the next morning? In the Cannon Beach police parking lot in front the squad cars.

The next morning while drinking coffee the local police reports shows up in my Google news feed. Turns out the coppers have nothing to do but kick out vanners for “camping within city limits”. I was definitely on their radar now and needed new digs if I wanted to stick around for a few.

The van gods hooked me up cliff side on the 101 and I finally got a chance to leave Riley behind to do some exploring outside of a block or 3.