Carl G Washburne Memorial State Park, Oregon 8/20 - 8/23
We arrived early, maybe a little after 11 in the morning, and RV's were already circling the campsite loop. When we spotted a site we liked, an Airstream had picked the same one ... it won. We unhooked and I drove Smartie slowly around the loop. It's all a matter of being in the right place at the right time. I heard the roar of a diesel truck with a trailer hooked up, so inquired if they were ready to leave. Sure enough. I pulled Smartie into the slot they vacated and claimed a great, quiet site surrounded by greenery. For the entire weekend.
We had all afternoon to explore the two-mile stretch of beach on a glorious, albeit windy, afternoon, and we put miles on our fitbits today! Only one kite in the sky. Dunes were forming and it was fun to jump in 'em!
Misty, peaceful walk.
Tide was coming in, but we didn't get stranded by it.
The beach was littered with jellyfish bodies and pieces.
Freshwater was draining from the hillside, and this thirsty puppy was ready to spend the rest of the day immersed in a shallow puddle. The little girl thought this little stream perfect, better than the big ocean!
Still intact, but not alive. The nearby gulls were waiting for me to "get done with it," so they could get on with their Dungeness crab gleaning! Speaking of which, now that we're near Florence, maybe we should find a Dungeness crab or two to glean ourselves!