Great Green Globs

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Another great day! Pulled out of the campground about 6:30 to pick up bait and head for the fishing hole. A few years ago a friend that started us coming here made the comment “someone has been messing with the tides.”  We have laughed many times at that comment, but today turned out to be a “the tides are against us” day.  With a slight minus tide this morning, there was a bigger difference in the high and low tides, and all that was caught today was great green globs of seaweed!  There were several baby eels pulled in with the seaweed to add some interest, but after a while dragging in and cleaning off all that seaweed gets boring! Yes, we do fish on the Columbia River, but we are so close to the mouth of the river that the fishing hole is very much affected by the ocean tides and subjected to lots of the green stuff.

Maybe it was just the weather in general. It was overcast, but looked like it might burn off, and indeed did for an hour or so.  Then it blew back in. Temperatures have remained quite pleasant.

Looks like Astoria is getting sunshine.

We had another fairly late lunch up at the ocean overlook. Bam Bam, thanks again for the Walla Walla sweet onions. They made great onion rings to go with our salmon, bean salad, and hash browns. Don’t we suffer with our camping meals!

Again suffering from the urban influence around the campground, we made a speed run into Costco and Freddies. It isn’t like camping in the back woods to have a Costco just a few miles down the road from the campground. We saw a pizza delivery coming into the campground a couple of days ago, so we aren’t the only ones to take advantage of the proximity to shopping!

We bought wood off the wood wagon that comes through the campground, and enjoyed a very nice campfire. Finished up the last of the marshmallows, and only lost three or four to the fire. The fire ring at this site is so high, it was kind of hard to roast them and keep them on the sticks.

Barney hasn't started the fire yet. His feet are not burning.

The Bedrock Bunch says goodnight, and tune in again tomorrow.
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