Seriously...outstanding journaling. His story telling is wonderful and I can see in my mind what he saw. The photos were just the cherry on top. Loving the EP paper.
Susan, your son writes beautifully. He paints a picture of exactly where he was and what it was like. He leaves us hanging for the next chapter in this adventure! Pages look great together - really well balanced and the patterned paper on each side really makes them attractive pages together.
What an adventure and what a beautiful place to camp and sleep, although I wouldn't have been good with it that cold! Sounds like it was a bit cold for him too!
From the journaling it sounds as if he did this alone - not with a buddy! Were there any other people around? He's a brave soul but what an adventure this was! Excellent pictures. I can't wait to go to the next page and read the next installment! You left me hanging!
WOWZA!!! I was so interested in your journaling and couldn't wait to hear what happened next! I then googled it to see where it was and to get more info on it. He is a brave man but it sounds like the serenity was sure worth it. I love that you used his journaling - what a writer! I've never been to this part of the states and I am not a hiker so I don't think I'll ever see this exact spot but I'd love to be around the area where I didn't have to imitate Indiana Jones, lol! This is just so completely fabulous. :)
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.
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