Last night we went to the ocean after dinner, hoping to see the sunset. You can drive on the beach, so we did. It was windy and cold. Dart pulled a Lassie with me and barked and barked (basically yelled at me). When I headed back to the truck, he ran straight for the truck door. You would have to know Dart to know that he doesn’t like the truck and is never happy about getting in it. Running straight to the truck was an indication that he had had enough of the wind and wanted to get out of it.
We wound up sitting in the truck to watch the sunset and there are a couple pictures here. Note the pelicans above the horizon in the first picture. As we were sitting there waiting for the sun to lower on the horizon, the water was rising. I eventually got too concerned about getting stuck on the beach, so we left before the sun set.
We had to run an errand today and the closest town to accomplish the task was in Oregon. Therefore, we crossed over the mighty Columbia River. We were near the mouth. Following is a picture of the bridge we crossed. There are quite a few dead birds on the bridge and we were commenting on it when we noticed the way the seagulls were flying low along the bridge, like the one in the third picture below. They often fly low enough, they can easily be hit by cars. Perhaps that is why we saw so many dead birds.
When you are in the Pacific Northwest, you are constantly aware of our voracious appetite for wood products. There are logging trucks on the road, mills, piles of logs, and the countryside is covered in a patchwork of trees at various stages of growth. If the trees are huge on both sides of the road, you are probably in a National Park. Once you are not in the park, the trees on either side of the road are likely to be different ages and considerably younger than those in the National Parks.