No griping today

After two days of whining I figured it was time to change tempo.

We awoke to misty fog yesterday but armed ourselves with the camera and headed north to Leadbetter Point in hopes that the sun would burn off the fog. No such luck. Rt. 103 dead ends at Leaadbetter Point which is a state park and wild life refuge. The road leading to the park is one lane wide, so I was glad we had the rented Toyota rather than our large truck as no one would have been able to get by us.

The park itself consists of a view platform overlooking Willapa Bay and some hiking trails. Since it was still foggy and a light rain was falling, we turned back after tramping over to the viewing platform as there was really nothing to see in the fog. An interpretive sign at the platform mentioned that this was a good area for bird watching as plover stop over here in the spring and fall seasons to feed and rest, but there were no birds around while we were there.

We checked out Oysterville next, a small town that's on the National Historic Register. Many of the homes there were built in the 1870s and have the dates they were built and the original owner's name on plaques on their fences in front. It's a quiet little place a few blocks long and wide, although it was known for its oyster trade in the late 1800s.

We were going to drive the beach on the western coast as it goes from Leadbetter Point to Long Beach, but the sand here is not as firm as that along the shore in Ocean Shore so we didn't want to chance getting stuck. We drove south along the paved road instead to check out the houses. Beach front homes in Washington are functional and rather modest compared to many we've seen along the beaches around the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic coastline.

Since the sun never popped out to burn off the fog, we decided to forego any further sightseeing for the day. A stop at a farm market for bi-color corn, tomatoes and blueberries meant a dinner of BLTs, corn on the cob and blueberry cobbler. Which of course necessitated a long walk on the beach after dinner where we perched ourselves on a piece of flotsam to await the sunset. Another couple from the campground wandered over to join us and we chatted about sunsets in various parts of the country and the state of the world in general. I was able to get a few good shots of the setting sun and after waiting to see if it was clear enough for the green flash (it wasn't) we returned to the warmth of the rig.