This path runs atop the dunes bordering the beach campground.
This path offers the same old boring stunning stupendous views we’ve already discussed. Note, however, that if you are a Cairn terrier you are not going to see these views because the dune grass blocks them.
Admiralty Inlet and Whidbey Island from the Fort Worden beach campground.
… unless you can get a ride.
Winded at this point, the terriers ride along the dune-top trail.
This shorter walk was ideal for day of arrival. The next day, we were going to go for a longer walk, and maybe we did. Or maybe we entertained some locals (friends we met last year) and went for our walk the next day. Yes, that was it — I remember them recommending a hike around the fort’s batteries. We followed their advice.
We took the doggies up a fairly steep path to get to this collection of woods and meadows and gun emplacements. The hill was maybe a little too steep to do with a doggie stroller, but that’s a pattern I’m getting used to. Good exercise.
One of a series of batteries we strolled by with the boys (and their stroller).
We walked about three miles that day. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but it’s about the max we can do with the stroller and the terriers. Without them, I think we could probably manage 3.25 miles…
Tyler and Wally wanted to go spelunking under a deteriorating structure. I’m afraid we had to discourage them.
The aging structure in question has been a theater and a supply depot. Now a vacation rental for termites.
Our reluctance to loose the hounds under the building led to some frustration on Wally’s part.
We did find a place for Wally to chill a little.
Meditation garden, just down from the batteries. No wars were actually fought at the fort, so there was plenty of time for contemplation, I guess.
…. and so, after a few wrong turns and an accidental tour of the barracks area of the park, we headed back to the campground.
I tried but failed to tire of this view. It turns out failure is an option after all.
Wow, I am all the way caught up with writing about our travels, except for a just-completed six-campground trip down, and up, the Oregon Coast. I will get right on it.
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