WEEKEND IN WESTPORT, WASHINGTON

Westport is a small fishing town and a weekend fisherman's dream. Since we don't fish, we spent our time relaxing, hiking and touring the penninsula.

More oysters

You didn't really have to fish to get good seafood in Westport. There were several fish/ oyster restaurants and seafood markets.

Our full hookup campsite wasn't as scenic as some others in the campground @ Twin Harbors State Park but a lovely trail led through a coastal pine forest to the dunes and eventually a long sandy beach.

All trails lead to the beach.

Unless they lead to the light house. Believe it or not this structure was once on the rocky headland of the beach. Now it sits about a mile from the beach as sands have shifted and drifted up the coast.

On Friday it was sunny and we rode our bikes from the light house a couple of miles along the bike path into town.

We strolled along the docks and ended watching the fishing boats unload their catch as harbor seals barked and begged for scraps of fish.

Saturday was wet and bleak. We decided to drive around and explore the other towns in the area. These pictures of the beach at Grayland certainly explain the naming of said town. At Grayland we picked up Cranberry Road and did a short self guided tour of the cranberry bogs.

They weren't quite ripe. Harvest is in early October. Most of these farmers sell to OceanSpray. After scouring the back roads we headed down to Tokeland for lunch at the Tokeland Hotel.

There were lots of nostalgic antiques and you guessed it...pan fried local oysters.

Not a bad way to spend a gray day...