The Edge of America!!
I don't see why. I think it's a great idea to eat a whole raw fish head that had been dumped by the roadside. Hmmph. Though, truth be told, the fish head was bigger than my own and I was struggling to figure out how to hold on to it, let alone how to actually eat it. Sigh. Good thing I'd already scoffed my kibbles.
I wasn't actually really hungry anyway.
Linda's kitchen was closed, so they told us to head on over the road to the Big Salmon tackle shop where they would fix us a slap-up breakfast. Good thing it's a sport-fishing port, they know how to feed up hungry people who are heading out for a long early morning of fishing in the invigorating sea air.
Breakfast with a view. MPJ was pretty happy to see the expresso shack across the road, so while they were cooking up her ham'n'eggs & hashbrowns, she went over to get "one of them there fancy coffees" (said the chef as she made fun of the city girl). The middle picture is the view from our breakfast, sitting on the marina-side porch of the tackle shop, listening to the stays of the boats clickclack and twang against the aluminium masts, musical accompaniment as we prepared to head up to the edge of America.
Well, as mentioned, Doofus-brain Jani has accidentally wiped the great video we made of me running through this forest, all we have are these stills that show how they have made boardwalks for much of the trail, as this is a wet forest for most of the year. I'm so happy we are here in the summer sunshine.
And...We Did It!
One foot in the North, one foot in the West, and here we are on the very Most Northwesterly tip of Continental USA.
I know I'm looking less than impressed, but that's because MPJ had me in my full body harness - still afraid that I might plunge 0ff the cliffs, if I should happen to see a bird or a squirrel and instinctively chase after it, rather than thinking through the fact there is a 100 foot deadly drop to the rocks below - which, Agreed, I just might.
Harness aside, it was a pretty Fab moment. Hmmm, I wonder if I'll have to wear this rig when we get to the Most Southwesterly tip??
Neah Bay to Westport
Sure enough it was indeed a long run down the west coast, but we were able to wend in and out of the National Park beaches, catching glimpses of this stunning part of Washington State. I'm so glad that MPJ decided to get it into her head to do the coast rather than just bombing down the I-5.
I was ever so glad when we got out for a stretch and a breather at Kalaloch Beach, which is in the National Park.
MPJ likes to make shadow images - I think this is one of her more interesting attempts.
I mean, don't give up the day job or anything like that.
Shhh, don't tell her, but I think this one's kinda cool.
Once we left the National Park (which took up the greater part of the day's drive - Olympic is HUGE!) it was a case of final-stretch bored-to-death get-it-over-with-already.
We swooped around the bay from Aberdeen and headed for Westport, where we had, thank goodness, already made a reservation in a motel.
Well, little did we realise that we were going to land up in a Super Cool place. So after driving up and down the main strip 3x, we finally managed to figure out where it was. Grumpy, tired, hungry and lost, we were ever so glad to pull in to The Loge at The Sands. What a find!
It's a fab project put together by a couple of guys who ran a successful Kickstarter campaign to refurbish this old 60's motel into this funky surf-orientated Motel & Campsite. It's been a great success, and even though they have only just opened they are already fully booked out at weekends as most of the Washington State surf community heads for the beach.
Once we had checked in we bolted for the beach too, with a little detour to meander around Westport on the way...
It's tiny, on a spit of land jutting out along the Pacific Coast, town and marina on the East side, and sandy beaches all along the West side. We had a wonderful walk, just in time for the sunset...
Then it was back to the Loge (pronounced lodge) to settle in for the night. Hurrah!
This travel lark is fun, but it is a bit wearing. It's only day 4 and we've already clocked over a thousand kilometers. Today's drive was 285 km- that's 171 miles. More than too-long enough for one little terrier to be cooped up in a moving vehicle.
MPJ was SUPER happy to land into this beautiful clean room with a comfy bed. A whole day in the car has given us both a gut-full of being stuck behind the wheel. Everyone was so friendly here, we feel really welcome, there is a very communal feeling here at the Loge.
We shared a BBQ in the outdoor kitchen with some groovy people from Seattle, all environmentalist, so Jani was in her happy zone. I liked getting bits of everyone's hot dogs.
Then there's this big communal stage area where, after dinner, we sat around the fire pit and roasted marshmallows; they had S'mores kits in our room! There was an old 1960's surf film, The Endless Summer, playing on the big screen, very retro and really fun to watch whilst we hung out chatting the night away in front of the burning fire. I liked getting loads of cuddles, and MPJ was so glad to have some interesting conversation with interesting people. All together, a great ending to a long day.