I secretly want to work for It's Just Lunch, that personal dating service that is always advertised in in-flight magazines. I believe in low pressure social introductions engineered by a thoughtful and unbiased third party who has a knack for knowing who will get along. Let's just say I had some inspiration and though it has not yet bloomed into romance, a friendship has been formed, and who knows!
And I went to the Oregon Coast. I can't say it enough: I love a white sky against white crashing waves. Little kids who are somehow not too freezing to enjoy the waves makes it better. Bonfire on the beach is also a plus, even if there is sand in my roasted corn on the cob and the potatoes in my tinfoil dinner are always just a little underdone.
Tilamook factory was not underwhelming, necessarily, but I've been on some way cooler food manufacturing tours. Several of my food donors could make a buck if they would just build observation windows and sell their off-product on-site. Ice cream and cheese may be more exciting than soup or potatoes, sure, but I'm telling you, if they built it, people would come.