One thing that makes the Pacific Northwest coast particularly unique is that the trip is not complete unless you have two criteria in place:
1. Freezing your ass off in the rain.
2. Freezing your ass off in the wind.
It doesn't really matter so much what time of year it is. You are bound to experience both things on a trip to the ocean. But that's okay. We residents (even transplants like me) are nothing if not adaptable. We don't need no steenkin' sun!
We can drink a lot:
Worship the wonderment that is eggs with ketchup:
Try to illustrate, via photograph, that it is, in fact daring to rain on our damn vacation:
Go inside for some carousel action:
Witness the devastating effects of living within fallout distance of a nuclear power plant:
When that get's depressing, drown your sorrows in ice cream:
REALLY drown them:
Then act like kids in a candy store:
They're better at it:
Yep. Still raining:
Let's see if it's cold at the beach!
But the view is still great:
And the kids dig themselves a hole to find warmth:
But at the end there's Mo's Chowder... The butter makes the pending heart attack EXTRA special:
Or maybe it keeps you looking like a miniature teenager, like this. I should have eaten more...
More to follow...