There are abundant walking opportunities around Fort Worden State Park. We took two walks — a short one and a shorter one — from our deluxe campsite in the Beach campground. The shorter one is just around the campground.
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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