Observations

Forgive me for beginning this post with a worn out lead sentence but as a Midwesterner looking into the window of a Pacific Northwest state, I just can't help myself.

You know you are in Oregon when.....

*fish is on every menu. I can die now because I've had the best fish and chips ever at a little hole-in-the-wall establishment just a short walk from our place. It was the sampler option with halibut, albacore and salmon as the featured fish. I'm still dreaming about the salmon, silky smooth and oh so fresh. It will be difficult to order the mystery fish used for fish and chips back home.

*you don't pump your own gas. This is a strange experience for those of us who are accustomed to standing outside during rain, shine, blizzard or sleet as we fill up our vehicles. Also, don't expect to find restrooms at all gas stops. Many stations are just pumps and a little shelter for the attendants to await their next customers. Plan accordingly.

*there are more dogs on leashes than babies in strollers. I'm not a dog lover (due to a series of unfortunate incidents in my past) but I must confess that Oregonian dogs are very well behaved. They dutifully walk beside their masters, weaving in and out of crowds of people without any frantic behaviors. They dash around on the beach with little interest in other people and are quickly reigned in my their owners when play time is over.

*the sun is a precious sighting. We all have the need for a little sunshine but I get the feeling that Oregonians especially like a break in the clouds. The local weather chatter often ends with the phrase, "at least the sun is out today."

And, finally, you know you are in Oregon when you are walking along the beach and a purple sea star wishes you well and I must say, nothing excites a Midwesterner more than a cute little echinoderm.