At last the Churchill Family Yurt Tour makes a stop at an actual yurt. It's located at Pacific Beach, which is along the very southern edge of the Olympic Peninsula on the big 'ole Pacific Ocean. Boy was there plenty of beach to go around, and I assure we took long walks on all of them. Oh, and there were t-shirts this time. Yep, we got t-shirts.
Saturday we loaded up the car (something we're getting quite good at) and had our lunch on a beach in the more southern town of Ocean Shores. There were surfers. In full body wet suits, but still. The weather the whole weekend was absolutely perfect. Sunny, no rain, blue skies, and warmer than we're allowed to have in Washington at this time of year.
After arriving at our yurt and getting settled, we decided to head out in search of a spot for surf perch. Yep, fishing. As you may recall, Kevin tried fishing for surf perch on
this trip but had been unsuccessful. This time, he did his research and knew just how to do it. We got there at the right time for the tide and found some nice swirly, rocky areas like they like. Despite this, we were both still skeptical about him catching anything. It just seems sort of strange to us inlanders that you can pull a fish out of the big 'ole ocean. Thus, when he came running back toward my beach spot after about 10 minutes I assumed he was frozen and giving up. How wrong I was! Surf perch number one. He went back out for
my dinner, and came back with another in about five minutes. That's my man. While Kevin caught fish, I caught a sunburn, being a little too over zealous of the warm weather and skeptical of the Washington sun's ability to burn.
Oh! I forgot to mention! Before the surf perch we experienced another first! I drove on the beach! Looking back, this was pretty cool. There were lots of others driving on the beach, too, and it was clearly okay per the signage. At the time however, while driving, I was
kinda freaking out. I just kept picturing the old Taur getting stuck in the sand and us trying hopelessly to get her out. I was cussing it up in the car (sorry Mom!) while Kevin laughed and laughed at my dirty sailor mouth and general lack of nerve. Needless to say, things turned out fine, and then I decided I loved driving on the sand, that I was a sand-driving rockstar, and thus asked Kevin to take this picture:
Back at camp, we had a surf perch feast! I contributed with asparagus and cast iron corn bread. Then, it was time to make after-dinner coffee and go down to the beach for the sunset. Perfection.
Sunday morning we took another beach walk, then came back to camp for Sunday brunch. Can you tell food is our favorite? Camp cooking = the best. Someday I'll attempt Grandpa Firnstahl inspired cobbler - but that's another story. This time it was leftover cornbread, beans, tomatoes, and sausages (which were brought in case the surf perch thing was a bust).
Then, we started our drive back, stopping at one more beach. And getting more of a sunburn. There was a bit of thrifting in Aberdeen, then home to sleep off the sun. Best yurt tour stop yet.
For a history of the past two stops of the Churchill Family Yurt Tour see
here and
here.
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