After Cape Disappointment, we took the birthday girl to Waikiki Beach.
No, we didn’t hop a jetliner for Hawaii, but we did go to the stateside Waikiki Beach.
Waikiki Beach in Washington was named for a member of the Pacific Fur Company aboard the Tonquin. He was one of eight men who died while attempting to reach shore in a rowboat on tumultuous waters in 1811. He was from the Sandwich Islands, known to you as Hawaii. Therefore, the beach where he was buried was named for his motherland, or so the story goes.
We started off down the shore a bit, exploring the driftwood that covers much of the Washington coast.
The view of the crashing waves beneath the Cape Disappointment Lighthouse standing sentinel on the cliffs was mesmerizing.
Crash! We couldn’t take our eyes off the crashing surf and the colliding cross currents.
Apparently, however, it wasn’t as fascinating as the dirt.
So, we did what any good parent would do. We left…
and took them to a spot with more dirt, Waikiki Beach itself.
It’s more beachy,
but it still offers enough driftwood
of all ages
could spend hours
back into the sea
and watching it float back in
or float away forever.
Look! Here comes some now!
Oh, wait. That’s a ship!
A rising tide caused the littlest Travel Bag to seek refuge…
where the sand and seaweed were plentiful.
And the sun set on our adventure at Waikiki Beach.
Not a bad way to spend a birthday, is it, Marissa?
Not bad at all.