Friday we pretended we didn't care about the weather forecast, and IJ and I went out to the ocean to see the places I write about. We did very well as to weather, waves, and wildlife. There was pouring rain along the highway as we headed west, but it lightened up once we were on the outer coast. It was high tide when we got out there, so we couldn't get down on the beach at Rialto, but perched in the drift watching the waves and the ever-changing light between the rainshowers.
A strong rainshower chased us back to the car, and we drove around to the south side of the mouth of the river. We parked out on the point in La Push overlooking First Beach, where we'd see whale blows in March or April if we had better luck than I usually do. It was extremely windy, we stayed mostly in the car. There were tiny sunbreaks. There was an eagle over the channel, who went behind James Island before IJ could spot him.
Here is the best part. IJ very much wanted to have me point out Beaver Prairie, where I sometimes see the elk in winter. They hadn't been around yet, I said, so she had no expectations. But there they were. She counted at least fifty. It was raining, the rain was coming in the car window, the camera jumped; but here by golly are some of our blurry elk.