Seaside Rock

A day of driving, exploring and finding new places, and along the way we were discussing how much we used to hate Mondays as we drove around in our search for new bits.

I think someone wrote a song about that, well, not the searching for new bits, I meant the Monday thing...

Along the highway there was a small bridge across Muir Creek with a tiny car park and what looked like a little panhandle trail to the beach, so we parked up. It was a short hike and we were rewarded with some fantastic scenery with views across the Juan de Fuca.

It was a strange and wonderful set of moments, there was an adult eagle perched on a tall tree, a marvelous cove, a small beach fire burning and a young lady parading backwards and forwards on the wet sand practicing on an accordion (I'm not making this up) and during our explorations, we looked in rock pools, walked past a blue heron, who ignored us, and we ended up talking to a Polish soap maker and his better half about fish and chips and all the bits we have not seen yet.

Mondays are all right.