Friday we went out to Rialto Beach, me and V. and Coho-the-dog. Coho didn't like the ocean. It was the top of a good high tide, waves kept washing in onto the sand where we were, and we'd have to retreat up into the drift. And anyway it was a Park beach and he had to stay on leash.
Then to La Push for lunch, and to stand at the view point at the mouth of the Quileute River, to watch the considerable waves roll in on First Beach, and the islands, the gulls, and all:
Later, after an astonishingly beautiful return through the park along Lake Crescent, we went down to Port Angeles harbor and out onto Ediz Hook. Saw a seal, some buffleheads and dunlin, some gulls and mystery ducks. No big ships at all. Coho liked the harbor water, waded right in and lay down.
Then into town, for context, where we caught the end of the trick-or-treating along First Street. Saw a fine bumblebee, an infant dinosaur, and a perfect Winnie-the-Pooh and Tigger.
Oh yah, V. and I spent a certain amount of energy talking about a past so deep it's practically beyond archaeological time and into geology.
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