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I really like
Grayland,
Washington. It's on a spit of sandy dunes on the Pacific coast. The beach
is wide, flat, and firm, which makes it popular with drivers (boo!) and
bicyclists (yay!). The water is shallow so it actually warms up enough where
taking a dip won't chill you to the bone. We stayed in a yurt at
Grayland State Park, which is situated in a conservation
area, so there's remarkably little development or commerce. There's not much
to do here and that's why Sarah and I like it. We watched the weather, feasted
our eyes on the wide horizon, played catch and ran in the sand, enjoyed an
annual kite festival, and collected litter from the beach because it (the
litter, of course) was so pretty. Our favorite trash was the multicolored
plastic nosecones from last week's 4th of July fireworks which we stuck on
our fingers like fabulous
Lee
Press-on Nails.
When it was nice out at night, we sat around a fire. When it rained, we huddled
inside with books. We took a rainy day trip to nearby
Westport
where we chanced upon
Willow Books,
a nice secondhand shop which is going tits up in September after 8 years
in business. Right next door was the
Westport Maritime
Museum where the Destruction Island Lighthouse Lens alone justified the
$3 admission.
Well, that was a nice diversion. When we got back to Seattle, Bush was still
president, which is truly unbelievable given the amount of
impeachment-worthy
evidence against him and his posse. I guess it's not really all that
surprising when you read
this
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