Serious
Washington coast at La Push on the peninsula.
The
river mouth behind the Jetty.
And
the welcoming committee of 1.
A
young bald eagle.
We’re
not tired of shrimp/crab melt sandwiches, halibut, or Rainer cherries from
roadside stands either.
Serious
Washington coast at La Push on the peninsula.
The
river mouth behind the Jetty.
And
the welcoming committee of 1.
A
young bald eagle.
We’re
not tired of shrimp/crab melt sandwiches, halibut, or Rainer cherries from
roadside stands either.
Now
we’re in Washington.
Another
trail to the beach.
This
one a little longer.
Not
so cold today. Less wind.
Met
a guy at a rest stop. He’s touring down the coast from Olympia to
Crescent City in his 1955 Triumph TR2. A trip he makes every year.,
A
classy ride.
We’re
not tired of clam chowder either.
The
beach is right over the dunes.
Brrr.
It’s still blowing. Back to camp.
We’re
still not tired of fish and chips.
A
camp in the forest.
A
walk to the beach on the other side of the highway.
Brrr.
60 degrees and a gale!
Back
to the woods.
Skunk
Cabbage.
If
you step on it or squeeze it with your hand, it smells like a skunk.
I
didn’t.
About
fifteen miles.
It’s
hard to get a campsite at Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park. It’s so
popular. But we managed a spot for one night and took it. It’s an
amazing place. And the one campsite that was open was very nice.
Lots
of big trees.
Unmolested.
A
picture of Jesse.
And
a river.
Evening
light.