I am going to get to the cows and their four stomachs, but first I want to cover our stay at Rockaway Beach, which is about 15 miles north of Tillamook on Highway 101. Our suite looked out on the ocean. We could watch the waves roll in and hear the continuous roar of the ocean. Wintry skies brought rain but the clouds were also great for beautiful sunsets. We headed out whenever there was a break in the weather, and even when there wasn’t. We walked the beach, visited local shops, and ate out at the town’s restaurants. Thanksgiving dinner was at Grumpy’s and Mrs. Grumpy hovered over us to make sure we ate our veggies. How much more down-home can you get? The complete meal, which included all of the Thanksgiving favorites, cost a whopping 12 bucks. “I want it to be affordable for everyone,” Mrs. Grumpy primly informed us.
Small shops had the usual touristy stuff found in coastal tourist shops everywhere. “Go to Flamingo Jims,” we were urged. As to why it was named Flamingo in an area where the tropical bird would freeze, I didn’t have a clue. But we went. And we weren’t disappointed; it was filled to the brim with cheap souvenirs. We wandered around and checked out T-shirts, mermaids and sea shells. We could have bought a sand dollar for a dollar, but Peggy prefers to find her own. I was reminded of this old tongue twister. Try saying it as fast as you can without a mistake.
She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I’m sure she sells seashore shells.
The beach seemed to go on forever. One end was dominated by the sea rocks that Rockaway Beach is famous for; the other by a forest covered mountain. If you look at the rocks from the right angle, they make an excellent sea dragon. Welcome to Oregon, Nessie! A creek divided the beach about halfway along. Sea gulls patrolled the waterfront, checking out both the ocean and tourists for possible food. A small boy threw out a couple of pieces of bread and was suddenly surrounded by 50 of the birds, in seconds! They seemed to materialize out of nowhere. How do they do that?
When we ran out of things to do in Rockaway, we drove 15-miles south to Tillamook. I’ve already done posts on Cape Meares, Munson Creek Falls, and some very wet alpacas. On our way, we decided to check out a small county park in Barview and found the Coast Guard practicing air to sea rescue missions by helicopter, which is what our son Tony does.
In Tillamook, it is almost required that people stop off at Tillamook Cheese and Ice Cream factory. The cheese is good and can be found throughout the US, but the ice cream is to die for. Our refrigerator is always stocked with a half-gallon. I should probably weigh 300 pounds but we limit our consumption to Date Night, which falls on Wednesday, as it has for the past 27 years.
When we were out and about and lost, we also came on the Latimer Quilt and Textile Museum where I found the alpacas. Peggy’s love of quilting demanded a visit. We found numerous quilts, a doll collection, looms, and a lot of history.
WEDNESDAY’S PHOTO POST: Join Peggy and me as we explore the Greek island of Santorini.
35 thoughts on “A Cow Has Four Stomachs and Other Tales from the Pacific Northwest”
On cows: if you feed a cow chocolate, you will not get chocolate milk but the milk will have a chocolate overtone. I grew up on a dairy farm in Hershey, PA where the cows occasionally got a treat of waste product from the factory, but we had to be sure they got it after milking. And somewhere along the line, I learned they had four stomachs.
Sounds like an amazing experience – I love cows.
I need to visit Oregon. I haven’t been there since I was a child, and even after all these years I remember how fun it was to walk along the beach with its big waves. I even have a cousin there, so I have no excuse not to. Thanks for these wonderful pictures. Some ice cream from Tillamook Cheese and Ice Cream factory doesn’t sound so bad either!
Oh Peggy, that is rather special! Glad the rescue efforts were for practice. The blue eyeshadow is splendid 😀
“seashells by the seashore… sell?” definitely twisted! LOL.
That meal was a bargain. Great Sunset. Great quilt!
Yes it was, Andrew. And having Mrs. Grumpy around was a bonus. We had several beautiful sunsets to amuse us. And I’ll pass the quilting comment on to Peggy. She’s already glowing a bit from the other comments. Thanks. –Curt
Quilting, Yeah I done that! Actually, my grandmother would use Yarn and a large needle. At the age of 8, I was taught how to help the ladies of Relief Society, the youngest being in her 60’s by crawling under the quilting frames and shoving the needle back up. This went on for what seemed eternity but was probably less than 15 minutes and was the final step in finishing the quilt. I have seen quilts sewn by hand, the stitches laid down with precision and pride. Most of the quits made with yarn were given to members of the community out of need, I find that “Comforting”…
Oh, I remember my mom and the other women from neighbouring farms doing this during the long Saskatchewan winters. I wish I had one of her quilts.
They are treasures, Yvonne. Peggy has made sure that each of our children, and even some of our grandchildren have quilts. I can see where quilting would help occupy people during long, dark, cold winters and provide an important social outlet. –Curt
Thanks, Bradley. Sounds like you were a real trooper. My role in the quilting business is to provide feedback on color and pattern selection. And then, of course, to admire the finished product. 🙂 I also benefit by having lap quilts made for me, always appreciated on a cold morning. I am appreciating one right now. –Curt
Peggy’s quilt is awesome! Wish I still had my grandmother’s Singer, but probably not the talent to go with it! Or the patience.
There was definitely a learning curve for Peggy in the beginning of her quilting efforts and it certainly takes patience. It was only when she started quilting and talking with other quilters that she learned the true value of her grandmother’s Singer. Thanks. –Curt
Back in way back times I did a bit of quilting. Nothing as complicated as Peggy’s but enough to make me realize the patience and effort that went into it. I’d say you have a treasure there in Peggy and her quilts! ❤
And I’d agree, Gunta. 🙂
Peggy’s quilt is sensational.
Yes it is Gerard. It is neat having it on our bed and being able to appreciate it every day. I am passing all of the quilt comments on to Peggy. Thanks. –Curt
Another one who is in love with Peggy’s quilt!
It’s cold here this morning, and I am using another of her quilts as a lap blanket! This house has definitely benefited from Peggy’s quilting. Thanks. –Curt
Wow, that quilt is fabulous.
I’ll pass that on to my Peggy. She put a lot of effort into it. 🙂 –Curt
Love that alpaca pic!
Thanks, Richard. It was a real cutie, right down to the blue-ish eyelashes. –Curt
Growing up on a farm I did know about the four stomachs but the origin of ruminating, well that is new to me. I love Peggy’s quilt! What a beautiful art piece.
As it was to me, Sue. I spent my summer working on farms, but they were pear orchards. My main experience with cows was avoiding cow pies. 🙂 I did help deliver a calf once, though, that had to be turned around. That was interesting…
I’ve told Peggy that she has to read the comments on her quilt. And I agree with your’s. Thanks. –Curt
Curt, I will start with the last – the fabulous quilt made by Peggy. Wow! It’s magnificent and I couldn’t stop staring at it. Wonderful array of colours and super pattern..a labour of love and how wonderful she made it on her grandmothers’s old Singer.
One can never tire of the sea and it was lovely to see your photos of the ocean, the sea monster rocks are fantastic and so real looking whilst the helicopter practice rescue is dramatic and dangerous looking. What an amazing job for your son. Does he work with something else now? A terrific post. 😀
I think describing it as a ‘labor of love’ is completely accurate, Annika. Peggy worked long and hard on her quilt. I never pass it with out stopping to admire.
The ocean always has beauty… and danger. Tony is now stationed at the Coast Guard Academy, preparing Cadets for their roles in the Coast Guard. –Curt
We also had a chance to stay in Rockaway for a couple days last September, a bit further south on the coast. One of these days I need to post about it. We also dined at Grumpy’s, but for a hearty breakfast. And I too am impressed by that quilt.
We managed a hearty breakfast at Grumpy’s as well, Dave. It’s what led us to come back for thanksgiving. We asked what they were having and Mrs. ‘Grumpy’ wrote out her menu for us! We will be back to Rockaway.
Peggy has enjoyed all of the positive feedback she has received on her quilt. Thanks. –Curt
This Midwestern girl knew that cows have four stomachs thanks to lifelong visits to our county fair. We may have cows, but we do not have beautiful ocean views like the ones you shared.
Another fan of county fairs! I still love them, and I always head for the animal barns before I head anywhere else. The goats and the pigs are my favorites. 🙂 I never checked with the cows to see how many stomachs they had, however. Peggy is a Midwest girl from Ohio as well and was raised on Catawba along Lake Erie’s shores. Not ocean beauty, perhaps, but a beauty of its own. –Curt
I do enjoy quilts, and Peggy’s is splendid. I have one that my grandmother made: probaby with the help of some neighbors. It’s a pattern known as Grandmother’s flower garden, and I enjoy it because I still can find scraps of my playsuits, my mother’s dresses, and so on in the patterns.
I’ve eaten a good bit of Tillamook cheese in my time, and have some white cheddar in the refrigerator right now. it was fun to see it mentioned here!
I can see where your grandmother’s quilt would be meaningful, Linda. I find it interesting that quilts often become heirlooms. I could see that happening with Peggy’s quilt.
I’ve been to the Tillamook factory three times. The two times before this, I’ve been inside to watch them processing the cheese. They are doing major plant remodeling so we missed that this time. It’s quite an operation. Peggy and I did buy some of their aged white cheddar at the gift shop, however. It is also residing in our refrigerator. –Curt
Rockaway Beach is one of my favorites in Oregon. Just lovely. And let us honor the Tillamook cows and the delicious cheese. Peggy’s quilt is simply beautiful. Thank you for this excellent photo/essay.
You are welcome, JoHanna.
From what I can tell, Tillamook cows are happy cows. They certainly have a beautiful area to chew their cuds.
I passed your comment on to Peggy and she said thank you. –Curt