Day 17 - Pacific Beach, WA - 2680 Miles

You may notice that since yesterday was wash day, I'll be sporting a different sweat shirt in photos this week. Also, no one said you had to be smart to travel. I reached for my camera in a case I keep on my belt, opened it, and pulled out binoculars. The cases are similar but I should have known the difference when I strapped it on this morning. As a result today's photos are with a cell phone.

Just so we could say we went someplace more than two miles from our hotel we headed north up the coast a ways to a couple of small towns and beach access points. This is where I'm heading if there's a tsunami warning. I can get 200 feet above sea level. 

Beach photos from a little farther north.

Me Swimming in the Pacific

On the way back we stopped in Seabrook, WA. If Stepford actually exists, this is it. The place just has a sense of being assembled rather than built - kind of like Suburbialand in Disneyworld. My theory is the residents are either aliens or robots. There seemed to be an inordinate amount of staff in powder blue polo shirts riding around in golf carts. The whole time we were in town we had no cellphone service or 4g. Coincidence? I don't think so.

Typical Stepford Street

The town hall was mixed in with the houses. I think they ring the bell when the mother ship shows up.

 
I've seen lots of parks and playgrounds and they have all had some innocuous feel-good name. This is the first park I've seen that issued an order for action.

They issued orders at the dog park, too.

I also came across this sign. I have no idea what they are trying to tell me. It probably has a great deal of significance to insiders.

The whole way back to the hotel I kept checking the mirror to make sure we weren't being followed.