We have been continuing up the coast on route 101, driving along rocky shores, sometimes precariously close to hundred foot precipices, sometimes crossing giant dunes. The Oregon shore goes from desolate, to quaint, to honky-tonk every couple of miles. It’s probably still to early for most vacationers, but all the scenic vistas are full of picture takers.
Even though it was a fairly short day, mileage-wise. We managed to consume it with slow driving and a Walmart stop. By the time we arrived the mosquitos had already set up camp. Dinner was beef stew cooked in a small crockpot that sits in the sink while we drive (I just think that it’s cute that we can do that!)
We should be able to get a nice walk on the beach before we leave. It will be our last look at the Pacific for this trip. From here it will be another day to get to Seattle for the week-end.
We took a walk on the dunes trail to see the Peter Iredale wreck. I wouldn’t want to be famous for that!
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