The Wreck of the Isaac as he runs aground on the Clatsop Spit
The afternoon of Day One of our camping trip brought us down to the beach to check out the wreck of the Peter Iredale. We listened to a park ranger talk about the Iredale's wreck in 1906, as well as other famous shipwrecks along what is called "The Pacific Graveyard." Evidently the shifting sandbars at the mouth of the Columbia River make navigating it a real headache.
I forgot to pack swimsuits for the boys, although Robert and I each independently packed beach towels for everyone so we had twice as many of those as we needed. But the boys didn't need much prompting to run into the Pacific in their clothes. They started off trying to keep everything dry as they ran in and out of the waves, but after a while and a few big waves, they gave in and got completely wet.
Isaac made sure to take some of the beach back to the tent with him by stuffing every single pocket (even the little useless ones) with handfuls of sand which took 5 minutes of vigorous shaking after the shorts had dried to only partially remove.
It should be noted, for those not familiar with ocean temps of the Pacific Northwest, the water is frigid. Ice cold. It's water that is only tolerable for frolicking after your body has gone numb and can no longer feel how cold the water is.
Additionally, my kids are crazy.