We were up and out of camp about 7:30 and went out to the spit to see
what was happening. The tide was running
pretty hard and the wind was blowing from the ocean to the shore, read that
“backward” and the spit was again pretty crowded. Wilma and Betty again waited for the good
parking spot to open up. When available, one of us can back up so we can look
out the back door and watch the ship traffic. So Wilma got the camper into
position and then talked to a guy coming out who said he had to run in and get
more bait because he was doing good. After watching some of the traffic in and
out, we hopped in the Rubble mobile to go to the local tackle shop for bait since
Barney and Fred, the “fisherpersons” had only taken their spinning rods with
them. We would take the bait and their
other rods out to them. By the time we
got back with the bait, the “fisherpersons” were waiting for us. They said
there was too much seaweed and wind to make it enjoyable.
So off we went to the “Petie I” and had some lunch. The ocean had calmed quite a bit compared to
the last couple of days and it was beautiful out. After lunch we headed out to Kampers West,
in Warrenton, where we are spending the next couple of nights. Kampers West is one of the dreaded RV parks we
do about everything in our power to avoid. We didn’t have much choice if we
wanted to stay in the area over the weekend. As it turned out, it wasn’t quite
as bad as we thought. They had really good wi-fi, and we were back off the
beaten path, but next door to four fishing slobs. Their campsite was a mess!
Once we were registered we went back out to the
spit. The crowd had thinned substantially and Fred
and Barney found a spot to fish without any problems. The wind was calm and the sun was out and it
was really nice out. The only down
side to the day was that the fish were not biting at all. Oh well, you can’t have it all, I guess. After getting sufficiently torched, Fred and
Barney returned to the campers.
We got
situated in our sites at Kampers West and settled in for the night. The campground is pretty close to a business
where they shred trees for export to somewhere, probably China. The shredder ran till around midnight. Then they either shutdown the operation or we
all went to sleep in spite of the noise.
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