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Pictures taken from FB of DS's camping trip in 2016. This is for his album. He did the journaling.
Page 2 journal: Once I arrived on the beach I needed to find a safe place to make camp. For the highest tide of the year was set to crest at 00:30. I decided to keep heading south. About a mile on I found a log on what was now a sandy beach and decided this was a good place to stop and make camp. I found a place far enough back and with a large log by to act as my table. So I set up my new tent. Stakes were hard to keep in the sand but once stuff was loaded in it stayed down.

I wanted to get set up as sunset looked to be coming, and since this was my first backpacking trip in awhile; I wanted to be set up before darkness came. What I didn't expect was for some part of the sun or its rays to be visible up past 11pm! After setting up and getting a freeze dried meal inside me, I started to explore. I went down to the beach to dip my toes in…man was that cold! I gathered dried driftwood and other offerings from the sea that looked to be flammable. I built a small fire below the tide line so as to be consumed by the waves once they came to reclaim the beach. The fire burned quickly as everything I could find was so dry and light. I spent more time searching for wood than sitting by the fire.

At one point I found a piece that burned long enough to explore more of the tide lands and in doing so lead me into the water at sunset. In some fit of crazy and in the order of a pagan-like ceremony, I jumped the fire and ran as fast as I could into the waiting frigid Pacific, getting chest deep before I could gather myself, gasping for air and laughing all at the same time. I made my way back to the fire and my towel to warm up. I changed into long johns and a long sleeve shirt as the temp started to drop. I gathered more wood and sat by the fire watching the tide come in. There is little in this life as calming as the sound of waves on a sandy beach.

Throughout the time I sat by the fire a few sets of people came hiking down the beach to set up camp. I greeted them and got back to staying warm. I eventually retreated to my tent at roughly 11 with still a sliver of light coming through the Northwest sky and the sea within feet of my fire.

Now I was between the sleeping bags at the time and had just brought a bed roll which proved to be a little bulky in the pack and not quite warm enough as I hadn't planned for the beach to be that cold in summer. It would prove to be a restless night. At times because of being cold and other times because the waves sounded so close. Sometime around 12:30 when the tide was to crest, I looked outside my tent to see the 40 to 50 feet of beach that was there disappear to about 10 feet! I stayed awake ‘till I knew it had crested and I was safe.


All old stash - Echo Park pps, Karen Foster stickers, brads - Making Memories


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