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| and I'm just below it, ready to find my way across the dunes. |
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| And there it is - our beloved Pacific Ocean. |
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| I love to hear the waves pounding on the sand. |
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| As I walked along the beach, I was surprised to see that what I thought was sand was really lots of tiny shorebirds. They seemed to like walking in the ruts made by cars and trucks that drove along the beach. |
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| Here's a closeup of one. I am not sure what it is - maybe a Least Sandpiper? |
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| Tim takes a last look before we head off on the long drive to the Kingston ferry and home. |
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| A pair of Bald Eagles escort us out of Westport. |
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| From the ferry, we see the Harvest Moon rise over Seattle. |
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| And to the West, a lovely sunset behind the Olympic Mountains. What a day! |
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