Camped on Hoh River

On the way back Portland from Neah Bay & Ozette, I traveled down the coast on 101 and found myself in endless forest w/ no motels and getting late. Finally saw a "lodging" sign directing me into a driveway, a B&B, which of course was full, but the superfriendly woman called a friend who takes in folks when everything is full. I found my way and was welcomed into a private home where I slept in one of those bedrooms overstuffed to the brim with photos, pillows, bric-a-brac, and who-knows-what-all. But the bed was comfy and I shared a bathroom with her visiting son.

On the road again, after sausage gravy (outasight) over biscuits (like concrete) and coffee in the Forks Coffee Shop, I checked out some campsites and was hooked by one in Hoh Oxbow campground. Here's my li'l tent and the view from the foot-high picnic table.

I stopped midmorning and had the whole day to enjoy views of the Hoh River, Stellar jays, chestnut-backed chickadees, and reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest on the midget picnic table supported by my rolled-up sleeping bag. I was a super-permeable sponge, absorbing nature like a tonic. Then it got dark and cold! Shit, I didn't have enough warm clothing. Leaving Phoenix in July, it just didn't seem possible that there'd be any use for a hooded sweatshirt. Somehow I managed, was almost comfortable, slept well. Then headed back to Portland, where today I took Grandbaby to the park again and let him chew on Maple leaves.