Arrived at Fort Stevens. The Columbia is an impressive-sized river down here. There is a very cool bridge at Astoria. The pictures must be on the iPhone. Gabrian is pictured by the shipwrecked Peter Iredale. The ship was less appealing, even to the little boys, than I thought it would be. Although there were some very cool dry sand dunes, the beach was really muddy (not the greatest smell) and the kids didn't want to stay long.
There was a big storm in the distance, though. The waves were big, and the kites flew a lot better than they did in the sunshine at Cape Lookout.
The sky was filled with these birds, as far north and as far south as we could see. (Spies of Saruman.) Made me wonder if their flight was related to the storm . . . and if we should be leaving. (Storm blew by to the south without touching this particular beach at all - but I am not a mariner and do not pretend to know.)
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