My Everyday Photos

We stayed two nights at Fort Stevens. After an evening at the beach, we were driving back to camp and were lucky enough to see a herd of eleven Roosevelt elk. They were all bulls with velvet-covered antlers. We had seen them near Warrenton outside of Astoria, before going to the park and Ken had seen one from the beach. Some of them were grazing on Scotch broom, a nasty yellow-flowered invasive weed in the Pacific NW.

Just before we left Oregon, we went to see the wreck of the Peter Iredale. It crashed into the sand in 1906. The ship was 287 feet long and 30 feet wide. Only a small portion of it remains visible in the sand. The area surrounding the mouth of the Columbia River is knows as the graveyard of the Pacific in regards to shipping disasters.

One of those high dune crossings to the beach. Beach sand in sun was quite hot and I worried about the dogs’ paws. We got them to the wet beach sand as quick as possible. It was too hot for us to cross with bare feet.

Ken finally got to fly his kite.

How happy is this?

South Jetty of the Columbia River

Roosevelt elk. All bulls in velvet

The wreck of the Peter Iredale

Dogs on the leash. Waiting. Good dogs.