Taffy

We finally reach Depoe Bay, a tiny slice of curio shops and candy stores. I am fascinated by the salt water taffy being pulled by machine, carefully tended by a young man who repeatedly lifts the mass of candy back onto the tines of the machine. As we watch, he first adds flavoring ---a touch of mint in the air---, then coloring ---a deep black. No, as the taffy is stretched, the color lightens to a bright kelly green. We purchase two large boxes of the famous caramel corn for the sisters, a small box for us and some taffy.

Back in Lincoln City, we look for a restaurant for dinner and decide on Kyllo’s on the beach. Of course, we must try the clam chowder and the marionberry cobbler along with our seafood choices, but neither is as good as Mo’s. We head back for Mt. Angel, and Tom’s excellent sense of direction gets us back through the maze of directions in reverse. We retire early, refreshed and ready for another day.