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.
