Day 38


Desert Palisades remembered


     The breakfast package was everything we could have hoped for in a breakfast package. Except for the instant oat item which tasted not so much gluten free as gluten only. The service was impeccable particularly the silvery metallic plastic utensils. Down to the immense beach. D found two mates and then the rain rolled down upon us. D was recovering emotionally from an earlier correction delivered by a red Heeler in the parking lot after an overly enthused approach. The day is young and checkout is a generous 12 pm. Whizzed to the beach for a short dog run and then off to Fort Stevens SP due west of Astoria - the northwestern extreme of Oregon where Lewis and Clark and their whole team froze their butts in November of that year. For us it was sunny but with the cold wind. Our camp was nothing to write home about but deep in the woods back from the sea and windless. S stuck a 20 in the self registration envelope but the ranger came by and said we were in a 34 dollar site, so we moved to a $22 site and I gave him the 2 bucks. After that it was good except for the distance to the toilets. From the park we jammed to Burien to see A and B and then home. Done.

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