On our first day of hiking, we started at Fort Stevens, about 200 yards from the absolute northernmost bit of land in Oregon. Here’s a commemorative shot of us with our intrepid hiking pug, Jackson.
We started southward. The trail follows the crest of the grass-anchored dune…
… and then drops to the beach, where we spent the rest of the day. The mist limited our sight distance, and for most of the 10 miles we made today it seemed as though there was nothing on the planet but 400 yards of beach, and the odd flock of seagulls. Jackson was happy to chase the seagulls.
We stopped for a snack towards the south end of Fort Stevens State Park, at the parking area with restrooms.
Of course, any trip to this point should at least mention the old shipwreck-cum-playground parked here.
We hiked on until we reached a barricade at the north end of Fort Rilea. Apparently the Oregon State Police decided today was a good day for firearms training, and there was a chance of stray bullets hitting the beach. We ate lunch, and took what we thought would be a short nap.
After two hours we had decided to take a 3-mile detour, when the troopers decided to take a break and let us through. We tried to hurry, since they were waiting for us, but about halfway down they decided we were too slow. One of the barricademen picked us up and drove us to the south end. Here’s a shot of our ride:
After that, it was a mostly uneventful hike. The mist burned off a little, extending our visibility to about a mile — this was good, since it’s legal to drive on this part of the beach. We arrived at Sunset Beach State Recreation area, unshot and un-run-overed, and caught our ride back to the cabin in Seaside for the night.