Oysterville anybody? Saturday, 8/29/15
Yanking a Razor Clam from it's shell
Saturday's wind continued to blow, tho it was no longer strong enough to push people over! The two pics above were taken after our lunch near the ocean. Blowing sand was a hazard! Next up was the requisite visit to Jacks Country Store (Purveyors of Fine Goods, since 1885). I didn't find anything I needed at Jack's, but some enterprising folk in front of the store were selling Whole Albacore Tuna for $2.19/lb. Fresh, wild caught, bled and frozen; I wished I had a bigger fridge.
We didn't buy fish. Bubba drove us a bit further north to Oysterville, the Peninsula's lovely Historic District. Eight houses, a church, the Oysterville cannery and a one-room schoolhouse are on the National Register of Historic Places. It feels like a movie back lot version of a 19th century coastal community. It's pretty much a ghost town, but it does have life. All eight houses on the register are maintained by their private owners.
Settled in 1841, it was the California gold rush of 1849 that drew significant numbers of settlers of European descent to Oysterville. Guess why? Gold miners loved to spend their gold on Willapa Bay oysters! The Sea Farms sells seafood from its farms, but no Dungeness crabs at this time -- the season is over, too bad. We went in the store, but again left empty-handed.
The Oysterville Church is open every day of the year. Vespers are presented at 3 pm every Sunday in summer and the services are open to everyone. Water Music Festival's most popular concerts are held in the church in late October. It's an old-fashioned, sweet-looking church. And we went inside.
Somewhat austere ...
... and it has outside facilities!
Storm damage in front of Oysterville's one-room schoolhouse.
Oysterville's Post Office is the oldest continuously operating post office in Washington state. The above photo might look like a mugshot that belongs on a post office wall, but it's just Nannie and me! After all, the sign said, Welcome ... so we went in.
Following the church and post office, we drove to Oysterville cemetery, a quiet haunt for those above and below ground. Nannie and I were intrigued by the size of the vine crawling up the tree. Upon closer inspection, the large, thick "creepers" had been cut in half.
We drove a short distance to Leadbetter Point State Park, located at the northern tip of the Long Beach Peninsula, skirting storm debris on and next to the road, with twigs and leaves plastered everywhere, all from last night's raging windstorm. The day remained gray and drizzly, but we never got caught in any real rain.
We wanted to walk a trail to the tip of the peninsula, but the trail was underwater, so we gave it up. We did see the prize-winner slugs above! Things were huge.
Meanwhile, on the Willapa Bay side, a lady came by and offered to take a group photo, so here we are: Bubba, Nannie, me and Jimmy. We decided to eat dinner out and chose Castaways Seafood Grille in Long Beach, home of the "best clam chowder on the strip." The restaurant may have been loud (yeow!), but -- truly, theirs was the finest clam chowder we've ever eaten. Good choice! Quite a big day for everyone. Jimmy and I slept like contented babies as we listened to rain beating on Tergel's roof. Music to our ears!