Day 1 ended brilliantly. We started our nighttime routine with Isaac and he actually feel asleep before I finished the Moon Song.
Heaven is a place where toddlers fall asleep easily.
Day 2 started pretty good as well with Jason cooking sausages over a campfire. Sausage is a good start to just about anything.
Our plans for Thursday were to go to a beach. After some research and last minute texting with Rachel, we decided to go to Ruby Beach. So after a leisurely breakfast, we loaded up the car with the beach gear and drove out of the park and right past some elk in the parking lot.
They're huge.
And then we caught sight of a deer on the way to the beach.
Despite the grey, cold, cloudy weather, the parking lot for Ruby Beach was packed. I was a little surprised by that, but I keep reminding myself that people here can't let the weather stop them or they won't get to do much.
Ruby Beach has it all: driftwood, sea stacks, tidal pools, great sand, and cold water. Jason got a little inspired by the driftwood and pulled a Gandalf: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
Did I mention cold? It was a little chilly.
I love Washington State, but this kind of scene in this kind of weather makes think of the X-Files and wonder how many episodes were filmed here.
Isaac was ready to go and start exploring the sea stacks right away.
The older boys went straight to the water. Sadly, they were still wearing their regular clothes. Sadly, none of them can ever manage to stay dry long enough to change into their swimsuits at the beach.
We managed to arrive close enough to low tide to get to spend time exploring the tidal pools.
Foot prints in the sand. Can you guess whose are who's?
Cool purple starfish. These ones were much larger than the ones we saw at Owen Beach earlier this summer.
We eventually set up a base camp near a cliff with some excellent driftwood on which to sit and dry out wet jeans. Also, teepees.
Jason set up a little changing room so the boys could change into their swimsuits.
Michael and Ben found a small area they called the "hole" where they could get in deep-ish water and ride logs on the waves without risking being dragged out to sea.
Did I mention that it was cold?
Not that cold matters to this guy. He just keeps on going and completely ignores the chattering of his teeth and shaking of his body.
Our base camp also had a little cave.
Snot and sand make a great facial mask.
The boys did some more log riding and then we headed back to our campsite.
Where we had dinner and then proceeded to go down to the river to spend even more time near water.
It's kind of an obsession.