Cannon Beach to Fort Steven's, OR

I left the Blue Heron farm, towards Cannon Beach, where I spent a little time walking the beach admiring the rock monoliths in the distance. It continues to be foggy, misty and cool. Jo Jo seems to be getting more comfortable walking on the beach and doesn't resist the leash trying to pull away from the water. (He does not like the water at all). Maybe it's just that he trusts me more now that I won't dip him into the water. (Only when its scorching hot) His diarrhea challenges have seemed to subside, and he's doing quite well. He is a fighting chi-chi.

I continued on to Fort Stevens State Park, the furthest tip in western Oregon, and spent some time on the Columbia River, where I found a beach spot that was protected: not too windy, not too hot, not too cool, and gave myself a manicure. Perfect.

In the park, I found Shipwreck Beach. What an interesting and unfortunate shipwreck, over 100 years old, that I saw as a beautiful sculpture:

Peter Iredale was a four-masted steel barque sailing vessel that ran ashore October 25, 1906, on the Oregon coast en route to the Columbia River. She was abandoned on Clatsop Spit near Fort Stevens in Warrenton about four miles (6 km) south of the Columbia River channel. Wreckage is still visible, making it a popular tourist attraction as one of the most accessible shipwrecks of the Graveyard of the Pacific

The Fort Stevens campsite was full, but I wound up at the town marina, which is basically a parking lot overlooking the Columbia River. It's boondocking, at a stupid price, for not having showers, a bathroom, or a dump station. Its just a parking lot. The choices are slim in this part of the state. But the view from my RV is really fine, with a view of the river, Washington State (across the river), a gazebo, pine trees, and many, many flying blue shaded swallows, Canadian geese, and a blue heron.




























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