We spent two nights at a condo on the beach in Ocean Shores, WA, about a three hour drive from Portland. Here are some views from our patio.
It's a sleepy little beach town on a 2 mile wide and 6 mile long penninsula. I find it particularily interesting there because on the western pacific side, the land is flat, sandy and wind blown. The dune grasses and petrified wood are a beach combers delight. I love how the sand is blown into waves themselves and wood is half buried in it. The shoreline here has little distinction between sea and land.
At the jetty's southern most point and east, the terrain changes to rainforest. The trees are covered in moss and lush ferns grow over and under everything. The wind dies down and at times the only sound that can be heard is the birds singing among the vines.
There are only two main thoroughfares running north and south down the penninsula-Pt. Brown and Ocean Shores Blvds. There are no stop lights in town, just four way stops. The only ones who really have a right of way are the deer. Hundreds of them. And they are practically tame. They just look you in the eye, and continue on their way.
There are also 23 miles of canals that all lead into Duck Lake a lake that is 3 miles long and about 1/2 wide. The canals are all fresh water and are useable for watercraft. We didn't have a chance to try our luck, but apparently the fishing is good, too. If you ever venture out that way, be sure to stop at the visitors center at Pt. Brown Blvd and Discovery Way. The docents are friendly and there is lots to do. Dante even enjoyed the full 90 minutes we spent there. Oh yea-and lots of good letterboxes in the area, too!
These are pictures from the western pacific side of Ocean Shores. The beaches are so much wilder and wider than ours in Southern California. The people are cationed to never turn their backs to the water as sneaker waves can come up the shoreline at any time without warning. The rip currents are vicious and the water is always frigid. The storms are a sight to see and the dunes and wildness of it are a wonder.
Some views from the Bell Canal-one of many canals that run through the town.
View from the community club on the Eastern bayside of town. It really is amazing to me the microclimate of this little finger of land that juts out into the sea.
Some parting images of our time at the shore in Washington.
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