It was a great day fishing . . .

. . . just not so good catching. No fish again today. Gary is very glad he got one the first day (one a day is the limit). But he still had fun with his cousin and that is what counts.

Interesting weather here today--either it was sunny or pouring down rain. The rain only lasted 2-3 minutes. Every time it was nice, I took the dogs out for a walk and ended up wet by the time we got back to the RV. I love the rain, but would rather not have to clean up muddy footprints from a wet walk. I know, I'm too picky. hahaha!

Every time we drove into Astoria we went past this house. Evidently they have a real fascination with plastic floats. Floats are what you see decorating the tree and telephone pole.


We went to dinner at Pier 11--a cute place on the waterfront in Astoria. From our table we could watch the ships go by on the river. Whenever a ship comes into the Columbia River from the ocean, a Bar Pilot goes on board to guide them through the proper river channel. Then he gets off and a River Pilot replaces him to guide the ship up the river to Portland. As we ate dinner a Pilot boat (small tugboat) went by and pulled up alongside a ship. If you look closely at the small boat next to the huge ship, you can see a black spot halfway up the side of the ship. That spot is the River Pilot going onboard. Looks scary, but it was fascinating to see.





Tomorrow we break camp and head to Pendleton and a visit with my brother's family. I'm looking forward to some serious knitting time as Gary drives.