Ah, Oregon here I come. Continuing my journey south today, I will re-enter Oregon and be back on the coast at a place called Rockaway Beach RV park in the little seaside town of Rockaway.
This may become one of my favorite places because I will be able to just step outside my little home on wheels and walk to town or to the beach or on a trail.
On my way to Rockaway, I stopped at a rest area right before crossing a 4 mile long bridge over the mouth of the Columbia River from Washington to Astoria, Oregon.
In all my 9 years of travel with all the stops at rest areas on all the highways in all the states, this is the first time I have ever seen this little bit of cheer greeting me.
After setting up at my campsite in Rockaway, I drove to the seaport town of Garibaldi for fresh caught Dungeness crab. Back at camp I put the crab on ice and packed a BLT into my vest for a long walk on the beach just across the road from the park.
While sitting on some rocks eating my sandwich some inquisitive rock squirrels (little beggars) appeared. I fed them most of the sourdough bread from my lunch. A piece of bacon fell, I picked it up and offered it to a squirrel but it turned up its nose, only wanting bread. So now I know squirrels do not eat pig. Sounds logical.
On the beach I found tens of thousands of tiny jellyfish, less than an inch long strewn all along the sand. I placed some on a sand dollar for a better photo. They are purple sailor jellyfish. If you look closely, you can see their little sails.
Thankful for a day of warmth and wonder ~
ps. This country never ceases to amaze me ~