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It’s often foggy at the beach. It is quieter. Fewer people out and about on foot or in cars and the sounds just seem muffled. Except for the surf.

Just more dog fun.

It was a good trip.

The kite surfer looked like he would fly away each time he went airborne. Ken fished for surf perch and caught one and everyone agreed that he didn’t need to do that again.

We spent much of last week out on the coast for a long-planned clam digging vacation. Four of our friends joins and so did Red Molly. That was before Social Distancing became the big thing. However there were few people at the beach so the six of us were socially distanced from everyone else. I do not have any photos from the clam digs, except on my phone, nor do I have photos of any of the wonderful meals that we shared. You can just imagine it. While we were very active, I doubt if anyone lost weight on this trip. Clam digging went well the first two nights and was harder the third night with a light rain and the last night we had wind. But still, we got a lot of clams and will enjoy them from the freezer for months to come.

But for now, here are photos of dogs on the beach.

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.

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