Nina and I spent the 4th of July at Seaside, Oregon. We had a lovely time and the Sun even graced the sky for most of the time. I showed Nina how to fly a kite - something she has never done before. (!?!) I hadn't flown a kite since I was a tweener in Kaysville, Utah.
On another beach walk we happened upon an abandoned camera tripod. Joey the Beagle started barking ferociously as we neared it. Since the beach was deserted, with not even a bird overhead or in the sand, I felt real puzzled at what Joey's protection bay was warning us of. It was the tripod - which was standing upright on the sand. This picture is rather poor of Joey and I and the Tripod "beast," however I'd like to point out the large hill or mountain in the background. That is Tillamook Head, where our next hike took us somewhere near the top.
I'd like to describe the hike on Tillamook Head as: up, up, mud, up, mud, scramble over a ancient fallen tree (wider around than I am tall), mud, up, up, mud. Repeat this for three hours, then reverse for 2.5 hours. We climbed into the ocean mist, so our view of the ocean was whiteout. This is us taking a break on the way down on a tremendous fallen tree.
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