It sits right between the Pacific Ocean and the Cascade Mountains.
We had to decide if we were traveling West or East for the day. And really, growing up in the Midwest, how do you not pick the ocean?!?
On the way, we saw what we thought was smoke, but then realized that they were clouds laying on the ground.
Everywhere we looked there were pine tree filled hills. Lots and lots of huge pine trees.
We turned a corner and realized that we were about to drive through a hill. It was a pretty long tunnel.
We trudged through sand dunes that had been washed a mile inland.
Then we made our way through a woods.
A meadow. No ocean. At this point I was convinced we were going the wrong way. Because i ALWAYS get lost. But we walked through the meadow. And when we got over the hill....
And the best part of hiking that far to see it . . .
It was still a hike across the sand to reach the water.
And when we got there, it was painfully FREEZING. It actually hurt to walk in it. But we did, for a brief moment :)
Then the hike back, which seemed to be all up hill. But doesn't the journey back always seem to be?
Especially when we reached the sand dunes again. That was brutal.
This is overlooking the journey we just made.
A day I will remember, and the adventure made our trip to the ocean that much more special :)
I've now had my feet in the Pacific Ocean! Check that off my list :)