After overwhelming encouragement, from readers like you, for visiting the coast instead of Hood Canal, Team Toto cruised out to Grayland Beach State Park on the central Washington coast. We’ve been there before, but it was January and this is Summer.
Note: there’s a town nearby called Grayland. There’s also a large body of water called Grays Harbor. And, while the skies are gray a lot here — it is the northwest, after all, and it is the coast — all these Grays in names of thing are due to a fellow who visited the area. Captain Robert Gray, an American sea captain, discovered harbors and rivers and probably some rocks, and all sorts of things got named after him. This was a long time ago, probably even before, say, The Beatles performing on the Ed Sullivan Show (for my niece: The Beatles was Paul McCartney’s old band. You can look up Sir Paul on the interwebs).
Despite all the Gray labeling, the weather was decidedly blue. And just the right temperature, with just the right breeze. Our campsite, number 67, huddled just behind the dunes, was reasonably private and oh so close to the beach. Last January’s maze of puddles had evaporated, so the walk to the surf was over soft sand instead of 43-degree puddles.
As before, the facilities and the park staff were all exemplary. And, this time, Verizon covered us with 2 full bars of 4G goodness — we didn’t even use our Wilson Sleek (now re-branded WeBoost) cellular amplifier, which I am going to get around to installing someday.
It didn’t take long for us to shake off our 2.5-hour drive from home.
Back at camp, Wally settled down to keep watch. He loves this job. A few sites in our loop sported yurts instead of tent pads; you can see one of ’em back there.
You may have noticed an informal addition to our awning. It really was that warm our first couple of evenings. Besides, we have to protect our youthful skin from all those Soltrons.
Okay, this is a little out of left field, but do you know what you can find in the town of Westport, Washington? I can name at least two things: gasoline and groceries. We acquired both. Note: next time, buy gas on the way home, in Aberdeen, and save thirty cents a gallon. Ooops.
Aaaaand back to the beach.
When Wally saw this gull he gained the strength of a St. Bernard, or perhaps a small horse. It was all I could do to hold him back, and I outweigh him by a good bit. I tried to distract him by thumbing through my field guide to see what kind of gull this was.
Can you believe I had to work while we were here? It’s a true fact. A client wanted me to write copy for a two-page flyer to promote a user conference. I live for this stuff. While I worked at the office/dinette/spare bedroom/TV room end of Toto, Sooz did some needlework and the boys napped. It took about 3.5 hours, and I’m feeling so very fortunate that I can do this sort of thing out here in the wilderness.
As long as the wilderness has Wi-Fi — or a cell tower.
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