There weren’t that many dogs on the beach that day but Mr. N made a poodle friend and they chased each other around for a bit.
After cavorting on the beach (well the dogs did anyway), I wanted something sweet before our hike. The dogs waited patiently (or semi-patiently in Mr. N’s case) for us to make a quick trip to the chocolate cafe.
It’s three miles and normally would be very doable but we were already tired from walking on the beach so there was some huffing and puffing going uphill.
We passed some bunkers from World War II.
And made a detour to the viewpoint from which you can see the Tillamook Rock Lighthouse, nicknamed “Terribly Tilly” for the erratic weather conditions and dangerous commute for the workers. It’s inactive and an unofficial columbarium.
Mr. N sat on a ginormous old growth tree stump and pondered what it would be like to be so old.
He decided he prefers to be young and beautiful.