Camping in the Pacific Northwest (PNW) is so different than the Southwest where I was wintering.A peaceful day of driving through grey drizzle, listening to the squeak of the windshield wipers, and watching the fog-enshrouded mountains roll by. Arriving at my campsite at Birch Bay State Park, I see a pileated woodpecker gliding through the deep shade and big trees. Big trees and little trailer!
Later, I walk along the beach. I see a couple of crows harassing a bald eagle sitting atop a tall tree. I listen to the ‘skree’ of the seagulls as they float over the bay and then whirl back to the beach. I watch Great Blue Herons stalking in the low tide, silhouetted by the setting sun.
Trailer is still shiny enough to reflect the sunset!