For the first time, the Goings clan went camping on our own. We went to Fort Stevens and had a great time. It was cold, but clear as a bell the entire time we were there. Aside from managing to put a few holes in the tent we borrowed from Nate and Michelle, we had a great time.
I was particularly fond of the large fire ring. We had zero problems keeping warm at night. The towels are drying after use at the showers. Yes, luxury camping.
The kids and I went on a 7 mile bike ride throughout the park with amazing views. We even ran into three deer in the bike path. We were able to approach within about 20 feet of them before they wandered off into the forest. Stupid me, I left the camera back at camp.
Abe got a workout and went on a couple of bike rides with us. I ran him about 1 mile on the first day, broken into two half-mile trips when we went to see the Russell Battery. The next day, I rode alone with him the same distance, but all at once. He was pretty tired at the end of the mile long run, but did great. I was really worried that he would pull me off my bike or get in front of the tires, but he heeled like a champ the whole time. He even handled turning and weaving without any problems. I’m really proud of my pooch. I will definitely take him on bike rides from here on out.
This is the West Battery at Fort Stevens. There are several batteries, each consisting of 2-4 guns. The kids really enjoyed playing around the batteries as there are lots of interconnected rooms and stairs… a virtual playground on a massive scale.
The museum was pretty cool and told about the lengthy history of the Fort. Built in 1863, it served during every major U.S. way through WWII. The picture above is of a WWII era jeep outside the museum.
A U.S. Coast Guard Jayhawk rescue helicopter flew over several times throughout the day. I’m not sure what they were doing, but I was able to get several good pictures of them.
After a visit to the Fort Stevens museum, we drove a couple miles south to the beach where the wreck of the Peter Iredale is. There’s not much left of it, but it’s amazing that this much as lasted for over 105 years on the beach.
On the way home through Seaside we ran into this strange site. A fully engulfed building right there on the main drag. The firemen were lazily keeping the blaze under control and didn’t even see the need to stop traffic. People were walking right up to the blaze, less than 35 feet from that blaze and chatting up the firement. It was bizarre. The heat could be felt from across the street where I took these pictures from.
You can see more pictures from this trip on Flickr.















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