Billy Goats At My Door

Billy Goats At My Door

Saturday, May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015. Last Day in Grayland, WA.















May 30, 2015.  It has been another cool day in Washington.  The sun came out this afternoon for a couple of hours, but most of the day has been overcast.

We biked and walked around the area.  The first few pictures show a less prosperous part of Grayland.  But, once one enters the park all that is left behind. Both needle and leafy trees color the campground.  Beyond the dunes is the Pacific.  Today was an active day on the beach.  The campground is filled to capacity and many campers chose to spend their day near the sea.  Kite flyers, fishermen and children all enjoyed the day there.

Annie and I walked the beach twice today, first when it was crowded, then later this evening when many beachcombers had returned to their campsites.  On our morning walk, a young woman driving along the beach with her boyfriend got stuck in the sand.  She spun her tires until the frame came to rest on top of the sand.  Luckily, a park ranger came along with a shovel.  He scooped the sand in front of and behind the wheels.  The boyfriend, the ranger and I pushed while the woman tried to reverse the car from the sand.  It worked.  She made it back to the hard surface and was thankful to the ranger and the friendly beachwalker.  Annie told me I looked like Earl from the Pickles comic strip.  I think I deserved better, don't you?

We leave tomorrow morning for Cape Disappointment State Park, less than one-hundred miles south of here.  Cape Disappointment is at the mouth of the Columbia River where it discharges into the Pacific.  There is a Lewis and Clark Interpretative Center there.  Fort Clatsop, the Corps of Discovery's winter camp in 1805-1806, is several miles upstream on a tributary of the Columbia.  That river, formerly called the Netul River, is now aptly named the Lewis and Clark River.  It was renamed in their honor in 1925.

They deserved that, don't you think?


1 comment:

Dogfather said...

Fort Stephens in Astoria has a good military museum and is a sweet State Park. You can right those bikes of yours for miles. Give it a peek.