It is ‘Memory Monday’ again. I would like to preface this one by saying that my husband , Mike has the most sensitive nose on the planet. He can smell things when other people around him are oblivious to the smell. And, he has a bit of a weak stomach because of it. We were on vacation in Oregon, and we stopped at a place called “Sea Lion Cave” It is supposed to be the largest sea cave in America. The odor of fish hit us as soon as we got out of our car, but it wasn’t too bad. When we entered the gift shop, same smell only with freshly popped popcorn added to it. (To mask the stench). We bought our tickets and waited outside on the wooden observation deck. Still a little stinky. Time to go down to the cave. When the elevator doors open, we are nearly stampeded by people wanting to go back up. When I finally work my way out, the smell is really bad, fish, rotting fish, and rotting stinky sea lion fishy poop, but I think to myself, “Hell, I was raised on a chicken farm. I can handle this.” And, I did. I looked at Judy and said, “Where’s Mike?” She said, “He bolted. I think he is looking for a way out of here.” LOL We climbed the stairs he went up and found him with eyes as big as saucers barely holding onto his stomach contents. And he told us it was a dead end with a look of sheer panic on his face. LOL (I wish I had a picture of his face.) The stairs led to an observation platform where you could see all the sea lions and get a really good whiff of them too. We followed Mike back to the elevator, practically running the whole way. Now, for kicks, we recommend this place to anyone we know going to Oregon! I know. It’s mean. LOL


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