so, camping.
Aug. 26th, 2007 04:13 pm
I took off on Friday afternoon, and managed to hit rush hour in four major metropolitan areas before breaking free at Olympia and driving up the eastern side of the Olympic Peninsula, to just north of a tiny town called Liliwaup. Got there about 6:30, and we went and had dinner at a little diner a few miles up the road. My folks were staying at the same campground as some of friends of the family; my dad met France when they worked together, and Marilyn is his wife. I hadn't seen either of them in over a decade. France is a cool old coot, ex-Navy, really smart, and a raving liberal. He pays the guy who owns the commercial shellfish beach across 101 from the campground a bit of money for the rights to dig clams, harvest oysters, and I think do some crabbing there. We had some good minus tides this weekend, so the first thing we did after breakfast on Saturday morning was go out and dig clams.


Really, really good seafood. Clams are never better than when they've been dug on a nearby beach that morning.
I enjoyed seeing my folks and their cat, and about noon today I packed it in and came home. There are more pictures in the set on my Flickr account.