Tillamook is a very odd town. It is Seaside without the glitter. I stay out of Tillamook because I understand that if they don’t like you down there they stuff you with cheese and roll you in cow shit. Just kidding, really, I just like to say that. To me being stuffed with cheese and being rolled in cow shit is just a funny image that my brain conjures up from time to time. I guess it all stems from the first things that confront you as you enter town from the North. First you see the Tillamook Cheese Factory and a little further down the road you start smelling the cow shit. Locals, am I right or not?
After that introduction you continue through down town and shortly then after you are on your way out. The final thing you notice upon your exit is the one remaining enormous blimp hanger which is now a museum that houses aircrafts.
OK this is going to sound reminiscent of a Mom Blog, but one time we were driving down the coast, and my wife’s youngest son, who was 7 years old at the time, sees the giant building ahead and asks, “Why do they have a museum for air?”