Day 8 - I make it to the Rock WAHII

Looking through the Rock With A Hole In It

We're in the rock!

I have a dream of riding a beach bike all the way down from midtown to the house, and today’s low tide seemed like my best chance. The trick is always Hug Point, so I did some reconnoitering yesterday and sadly came to the conclusion that because of the low sand it wouldn’t work – the pool in front of the point is so deep and wide that it connects to the water even at the lowest tide. Instead, Dave and I walked to the rock Wahii, thinking maybe we could walk all the way around it. Once again the low sand intervened, exposing a fantastic rock garden but preventing circumnavigation. We walked around the front, and I scrambled most of the way through. There were starfish everywhere.   Afterwards we walked around to the other side and I got water in my boots, as is traditional. Jockey Cap was accessible as well, but it’s not that interesting so we didn’t stop there.

As we walked we talked about what an excellent vacation this has been. Both of us feel like there was not quite enough lying around doing nothing. We think 1 trip to Astoria where we have a beer at Fort George, lunch at Buoy, hiking, ziplining, and/or the maritime museum, and then dinner at Bridge Water would be a good thing to do, especially if the weather is not good.

We stopped at Arcadia for a geocache, then took the carriage road as the tide had come in enough to make the sand route impossible. I can’t remember if I mentioned that the stream from the waterfall bends way around to the north.

The beach was already very crowded when we headed up to the house at 10:30 and then to town. We parked downtown and walked to midtown to meet Julia and Kevin and Julia’s mom and stepdad at Pelican for lunch. We were early so we stopped at Icefire where they were blowing glass. They now have a sales associate who talks incessantly about what the glass blowers are doing. We had to get to lunch, so we didn’t stay until the end to see what they made.

Lunch was fun, and I especially enjoyed my sweet potato-quinoa cakes. We sat outside and by the end of lunch it was actually uncomfortably warm, which is pretty unusual. We’d parked in downtown so we could walk around after, but it turned out we were too tired and town was too crowded, so we zipped back to the house where it was not crowded, the ocean was an amazing shade of blue green,  and the temperature on the deck was perfect for typing or napping under a blanket. We had a wonderful quiet afternoon at home, and my shawl is now almost the size of a small potholder.

Dinner tonight was EVOO, which was fun as always. Usually we get all dressed up and are too hot and uncomfortable, but tonight Dave wore a short sleeve shirt and I wore my black tank top dress with flip flops and it was just right.  An interesting food trick was minced raw cauliflower mixed with grated parmesan cheese in the caesar salad. Bob and Lenore, the chef/owners, continue to not know who we are but recognize that we are regulars.

 

Now we are back, stuffed to the gills and sitting with a fire looking out at one last beautiful sunset. Last night’s tiny fingernail moon has enlarged to a storybook crescent with Venus shining brightly just a little below and to the side. It’s always hard to leave but especially hard when the weather is so perfect!

A note about things we forgot: nothing. A first!