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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Part 3: Garibaldi

Whenever the bakery is open in Garibaldi, just down the coast from Rockaway, on Tillamook Bay, we go there for donuts in the morning. 

The Bayfront Bakery is owned and operated by an elderly couple who have tried to quit several times, and can't always open due to health problems, but when they are open, locals and visitors flock there for the best donuts and other goodies anywhere. 
Jill used to eat six items, but now limits herself to there. Tom and the kids each have two. I always have the same thing, an apple fritter. I manage to enjoy my one fritter and several cups of coffee slowly enough, savoring every bite, that I am often the last one to finish. 
 Then, as has been the tradition since Jill and Jake were little kids, we walk over to the train park.
 A tourist train runs out of here between Garibaldi and Rockaway in the summer. Tom found the caboose man to talk trains with, until they had to pull out of the station. Tom's grandfather was a railroad engineer. 

 We went into the train shed where Tom could talk some more to one of the train restorers. 



 Help! Damsel in distress!
 The playground has changed over the years, but playing there is still part of the tradition. 
 Well, some of us play. 

 Watch out, Isaac. Grandpa is coming to get you.

 While they played, I walked over to the docks, where they would drive over soon. 
As I walked by the lumber yard, the scent of freshly cut alder was a lovely fragrance. 
 The log loader was dumping a new bunch of alder logs into the hopper to be sawed. 


 There isn't as much action on these docks as there used to be in the good old days when commercial and charter fishing boats and shrimp boats were busy coming and going and unloading their catch. 


 It's still fun to walk on the docks and see the old working boats. 



 The locals may look mean, but they're harmless. 
 We stopped in the admire the wind spinners. This is where I bought mine. 
 I spoke briefly with the creator. He is an elderly man now, but still keeps working in his shop. I told him how much we enjoy our wind spinner. 
And then it was time to go back to the cabin and get in a little beach time, in spite of the fog. 

Monday, August 14, 2017

Part 2: Rockaway Beach

We arrived Monday afternoon in fog. After unloading and moving into our cabin spaces, we went for a walk on the beach. 




 The fog settled in early and we were in for the evening. 
The kids did get some beach playing in Tuesday afternoon, and the rest of us sat out by the creek for a while. I got a beach walk in when the tide was low. 



The beach rose and crocosmia were blooming on the other side of the creek. 



 That's our cabin, next to Salt Aire Creek, and pretty much right on the beach. 
 Friday morning I was up early, so I went for a walk on the beach while everyone else got going. The tide was w-a-y out. 

 The sun was working hard to burn a hole in the fog. 

 After making our trip to the bakery for the third morning in a row, we walked along the tracks into town. 

 My last apple fritter was especially good. 

 We stopped at shops and a gallery of local arts and crafts. 




 We followed the yellow brick road. 

 Of course we made purchases at the candy shop. 
 We stopped at the police station to check out the police museum. 

 One person got some ice cream. And look, I can see my shadow!
 Others were enjoying the sun too. 

 As we were packing up, the tourist train went by. I waved from the back porch. 

With all of the foggy weather, we went on excursions rather than spending a lot of time on the beach. I'll be posting about those next. The good thing is that we escaped the heat and smoke that continued all week in Seattle.