August 19-28, 2021
In truth, for this camping trip, I went to two destinations … several days at one campground, and then several days at another. I had camped at the first destination in the past (the Dungeness campground, very near Sequim, WA), but I hadn’t been to the second destination before (Chimacum, near Port Hadlock, also on the Olympic Peninsula). Hence, my second destination on this trip will be a new destination for me.
But first, come with me to Dungeness again for a wonderful, long, 5-day summer weekend with friends.
The long weekend was a gathering of women campers … tents, trailers, motorhomes … all in one of the group sites at Dungeness. There was a bit of a mixup about how much space there was for those of us coming with trailers or vans or motorhomes to that group site. Thankfully, there were a few empty individual campsites available. Friends of mine in another Escape trailer, and I too, grabbed two of those campsites right off. Instead of being cheek by jowl, crank to crank, hubcap to axle grease, right next to a neighbor in that group campsite, four or five rigs of us were off by ourselves in separate campsites. Yet we were within a 1-2 minute walk of the group site.
Wow, look at the gorgeous, wooded, private campsite I got even though I hadn’t reserved it ahead of time. It simply was available on the day I arrived.
I really liked that artistic tree behind my trailer, although I wondered if it had been stressed or cut such that it became so artistic.
You can see I had NO neighbors.
Later in the day, on this first day I arrived, I walked out to the top of the path that led down onto the Dungeness Spit. I stopped there, didn’t go any further, there wasn’t time to head down onto the Spit. But I found this sign (below) that shared all sorts of information about local birds. I was carrying Little Towhee in my arms on this walk, so she read the sign too, and she liked this sign. In fact, she got pretty excited by it!
What she had to say about this sign was … “Ann, that’s me! Or my cousin! Or my aunt or my uncle or my sister or brother … Ann, look at that!”
If a bird (even a stuffed bird like my friend Little Towhee) could grin ear to ear (eyeball to eyeball?), then Little Towhee was certainly doing exactly that.