Roads Less Traveled

I am looking down a beautiful stretch of golden sand beach and there must be something wrong with my vision, because I don’t see another soul north of Cape Meares.  On the dunes, great twisted knots of driftwood are blanching white in the sun, and the high blue and green ocean bluffs break big waves into mottled foam against the sharp black rocks at their bases. Continue reading →

We have our tent down and car packed in twenty minutes, so we’re definitely getting pretty good at this camping stuff, and I actually feel OK even without my morning fix of a quart of coffee.  We head up the mountain for the Paradise Park Station on the Mazama Ridge,

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We leave the Super 8 in Whitefish driving in the rain and head south to I-90, which will take us across the Idaho panhandle and almost all of Washington State.

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