So with a day to kill we took the hour drive to Aberdeen, WA. The birthplace of one Kurt Cobain. We took a look at the memorial which was underneath a bridge that looks to be where the neighborhood kids met up to get high. I talked with a kayaker who went to the same high school, he was a nice guy. It was a quite trip. Sandy met her friend for dinner and we got laundry done and began to get ready for leaving.