It was a chilly night, but not so cold as others we’ve slept through. 56 degrees seemed not too cold. The Good Sam folks were packing up and leaving as we were having breakfast. Beth made a reservation at an RV park in Callam Bay, then we were off again.

We stopped for lunch at a beach in Olympia National Park.

We sat on Driftwood and watched the fog roll in off the ocean.

There was a couple with two Norfolk terriers. They were very surprised when Beth knew they were Norfolks. The dog we had when the boys were growing up was a Norwich terrier. They are very similar; The Norfolks’ ears bend over and the Norwich’s ears stand up. These two guys were very friendly and brought back fond memories of our Ginny.

Before our turnoff to Callam Bay we encountered a road crew laying chip seal on the highway. There was a 15 or 20 minute delay.

We dropped off our trailer at the campsite and continued west on WA-112. We were headed for Neah Bay, which is the farthest west point in the lower 48 states. It’s on tribal land and was closed due to Covid-19. We turned around at the farthest west point we could go in Washington.

We went into the co-op grocery, which has a large, but eclectic, stock of items. Unfortunately we were not able to get anything on our list.

We setup the camper and Beth fixed meatballs and soup for dinner.