We had a campsite at Cape Lookout State Park that was a two minute walk from the beach. There were so many waves constantly crashing that at first we didn't recognize the sound. Ray thought it was a diesel engine running and I thought it was an airplane! The fog was different too. It rolled in at any time and simply stayed for half the day or more. (We considered ourselves lucky when it decided to roll out every once in a while.)
Our campsite
The beach and fogOn not so good weather days, we did some touring: the Tillamook Cheese Factory, Pacific Seafood (where we watched oysters get shucked) and the Air Museum, a huge wooden building that housed dirigibles during World War II.
When the weather cooperated, we enjoyed the beaches and the spectacular coastline. The Pacific City beach just south of us offered a 300 ft sand dune and some interesting rock formations. To paraphrase Dorothy: Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Virginia any more.
Our beach as seen from the day use area of the park
The sand dune at Pacific Beach
Me in front of one of the smaller formations
Ray pondering on the differences between east and west
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