Walk To The Pacific

During our train vacation, we walked everyday to Ocean Beach. This path to the beach was not obvious the first day. After arriving at the ocean, Sister Judy and I meandered on our way back to our abode and ended in a RV park. After finding a hole in the "security fence" we finally made it back home. Here is the path to the beach. Many side paths crisscross each other. No fear! Tracker Jim became expert at finding the way for our group.



Once we walked out of the dune area, the Pacific was still quite a distance. This beach is massive and unpopulated. Looking back from the ocean one can see the Olympic range with its snow capped mountains. I never have been to a beach where one has this special sight. You will notice Uncle Gary's van on the beach. He and Mom Meads beat us to the ocean. What I found odd was that cars can drive on the beach. At low tide we traveled from Ocean Beach to the town of Ocean Shores, a distance of 5 miles.



I love this photo of sister Judy and Mom. Mom is 83 years young and she really loves to walk along the ocean.






The Pacific water is very cold! There is always a kid who braves the elements and is actively surfing. We geratric folks need water to be at least 90 degrees before we enter!

It was special to share this time with my sister. Often during the year we are so busy in our own world that an extended sharing adventure is rare. These two weeks were great!

Uncle Gary and wife Judy are making close scientific observations on this piece of driftwood. Speaking of Uncle Gary- tomorrow we will post Gary's Kite Flying Adventure!