This year for VD, Jayna and I both had a 3 day weekend, so we decided to take an adventure to the great Northwestern Coastline of Washington.
The first day and night was full of wet rainy fun (the puddles in our tent can attest to this fact). The next day gave away to a break in the clouds, and a beautiful view of the ocean.
We spent the first half of the first day at Roosevelt Beach, 15 minutes north of Ocean Shores. We both sat, Jayna attenuating to her paints and I to my Dilbert comic book, enjoying our first glimpse of the sun during our trip. Around noon, we decided to move along to another beach. Jayna proceeded to the water to clean out her paint supplies while I packed the car. Suddenly, I heard Jayna screaming. I hastily looked towards the noise to find Jayna running at great speed away from a trailing ocean swell.. I laughed a little and continued to pack the car. I then heard Jayna scream again and to great alarm I witnessed a rogue wave bearing my direction. Not having the time to move the car, I slipped inside the vehicle just as the water swelled around the car, which slightly moving it. (Mind you now, we parked the car next to the cliffs many, many yards away from the rising tides. In addition, their had been no evidence during our stay at the beach of water ever coming close enough to surround the car). Then, again to my surprise, another wave hit the car, also slightly rocking the vehicle. The water only reached 4-6 inches, but that meant 4-6 inches deeper into the sand our tires were. After the water receded, I quickly finished loading the car, and relocated the car to a more suitable location with little effort. To say the least, our hearts were pumping. It was a great day!
Here is our humble campsite.
The trees which surrounded our campsite were all covered in lime green moss. Truly a remarkable site.
At sunset, we decided to sit on the beach, but a gentle elderly couple beat us to it. Such kindred old souls.
Our campsite was located only a short 2 minute walk from the beach. Here is the trail that lead to the beach from our campsite; little wooden fence and all.
During our excursions on the shoreline, Jayna and I referred to each other as early twentieth century explorers. Our names were Dr. Michael H. Whilhem (Mike) and Commander Cillcrist M. Shackelford (Jayna), with Cillcrist heading the expedition and I as her first mate. We were in search of excellent beach specimens to gather and place on display in our museum back home in Great Britain. As you can see, it was a triumphant voyage.
Upon the last day, we perched ourselves atop the remnants of a mighty tree. At its uppermost point, the tree measured 12-15 feet tall. We spend a enjoyable 2 hours here witnessing nature's beauty and wonder in forms of bird flight, waves, ocean swells, and so on. While atop this massive truck, the water would swell around us. If one peered just right, if felt as if the mighty truck carried us out to see as the water swelled around us; however, as the water receded back, so did we. It was rather remarkable. We finally retired to our mode of transportation to end our excursion to the Great Northwest Coastline and proceeded back to our home. This was a truly remarkable expedition by your great explorers: Dr. Whilhelm and Commander Shackleford.
