Bradley's twin

Showing up in Coos Bay, again in the cover of darkness, we came upon a small town, a main street and a few left turns. Bradley's house is a none stop revolving door of picking up and dropping off at respective schools, basketball practices and dance classes. On top of that, running amuck is a pair of dopey loving dogs and a floppy mischievous cat. We had the opportunity to steal Bradley for a couple nights. The first night we kept it simple, and woke up to explore the wonders Coos Bay has to offer the next day. We drove to the beaches that opened up to rock walls and slippery boulders that were decorated with sea stars (starfish) and urchins. Collectively we decided that whether the tide was coming on or out, we were going to attempt making it across the slippery rocks with pools etched out by tidal waves to the caves (?). The funniest part, besides Caleb eating it three times, was the commentary. At one point on our spelunking adventure we could not see two feet in front of our faces and Bradley dunked his foot in toxic green gross cave water, probably the reservoir for cheap beer spills and the answer to no close by water closets. After our tour, Bradley took us to Coos Bay's very own, best sub shop and in true small town fashion, it was awesome. We headed out that evening to visit with some of Brads friends and to make a long story short, got shitwasted. Brads brother showed up and it was all down hill. They are pretty much the same person, equally snarky and almost identical. The hilarity continued until we showed up and some girls house in the boons, and all I knew we needed to get back to our mattresses on Brads floor. The next day, we had more City Subs, this time for breakfast (although it was noon). We had to get on the road soon so a farewell to the puppies, Brads parents and brother (way cooler then Brad) and eventually Brad himself. Next stop, Portland, OR.