It was hard leaving the Olympic Peninsula but I knew I had another week near the ocean to enjoy.
Heading south on Highway 101 the landscape changes and often seems to open up and offer meadow views.
Taking route 101 has us crossing the Astoria-Megler Bridge.
Opened in 1966, it is the longest continuous truss bridge in North America.
Crossing the bridge made me marvel at how big the Columbia River is. We are only 14 miles from the Pacific Ocean so by now the Columbia has really grown since it started way up in the Canadian Rockies.
The Astoria side of the bridge is really high allowing ships to pass through.
Heading south from Astoria toward Tillamook this beautiful white slice of cloud gave us a clue of what is to come.
This white cloud will be our companion every day of our week in Tillamook.
This is a picture from our visit on practically the same date in 2015. We had sunshine every day then.
There are additions to the cloud this visit........foggy foggy days but that white cloud is always there behind the fog. We arrived at the same RV Park that we stayed in in 2015. Pretty much the same except they have added Yurts. It was fun to see the comings and goings of Yurt stayers. A lot of unpacking and packing back up for usually only an overnight stay.
We had found a beach in Rockaway Beach in 2015 that I really liked and amazingly Walt drove right to it this time even though it is down an almost hidden narrow lane off the highway. Good memory Walt!
Again many happy hours were spent beach walking and this time I was enveloped in the fog that seems to buffer the outside world. I look at this photo and think what a wonderful soothing color palette this would be for a bedroom.
The nice thing about coming back to a place you have been before there is more relaxation time because many of the "must sees" have already been visited.
This is how Walt spends time at the beach. Probably listening to a Diamondbacks game as I wander up and down the sand.
Found an abandoned sand castle.
I guess it should be named Starfish Castle. Not long and the tide will have it completely washed away.
Another day we took a back road drive we hadn't explored before.
Foggy days don't stop fun on the beach.
Lots of herons along the shore.
Lots of Tillamook cows ready to do their part in that delicious cheese.
A little hike to a destination we hadn't been to before.
The walk down the sun dappled path was pleasant. We were far enough away from the coast that the sun was bright and the sky was clear.
The path is bordered by red cedar and sitka spruce and adorned by moss.
Munson Creek in the fall is filled with spawning salmon but today it is filled with diamond sparkles.
Moss covered rock and the burbling sound of the creek makes me want to linger.
What is it about a waterfall that makes me have to go there?
Not sure why but the trail is closed before you can get right to the base of the falls but it was close enough to enjoy the beauty and the coolness of the spray.
Such beauty every where we look. I will miss all these shades of green.
Walt is always ahead of me on the trail. I stop often to take photos or look a little deeper.
A banana slug on the path. Some people actually eat these. Reminded me of some people we met on the trail to Cape Flattery. They told us they were slug hunting. We didn't quite know how to respond to that so we just nodded and headed on down the trail.
Can you tell we are headed back to the coast? A little fog in the sky.
Even though we had been there before the Cape Meares Lighthouse was nearby so we stopped. Last time we were here the sky was clear as a bell. Not so today.
The lighthouse has been inactive since 1963 but the red and white fresnel lens still glows even in the fog.
Heading back to GypsyII it seemed that the fog made the greens and golds even more intense.
More foggy beach days were in the plan.
Fog doesn't slow down beach goers.
My trusty white slice cloud is still hanging on.
The last days walk on the beach was a little wistful for me. Knowing next year we won't be back to the beach it made me wonder if this could be the true last walk on the beach for me. We just never know what the future will bring.
Foggy days are good for flying kites.
Our coastal week has ended. We are going from green to gold and brown.
We are on our way through eastern Oregon with a destination in eastern Idaho.