We hoped to see the fauna of the tide pools at the foot of Haystack Rock, but once we arrived they were being shut down because, as the guide explained, a storm was coming in and rapidly bringing the tide with it.
The tide pools at Cannon Beach.
So we walked up from the beach to the town and found this crusty old sea captain.
The Cap'n and me.
We bought a kite at one of the shops but didn't get to fly it: too much wind. We milled around town, poking our heads into art galleries, toy stores, and candy shoppes (always spelled shoppe). I was hoping to get some more fish 'n chips but settled instead for some tasty clam chowder.
Later we stopped at the outlet malls to find Deb a jacket to keep her dry and to protect her from the piercing wind. We found one at the Eddie Bauer outlet. At the book outlet I found an interesting read for $2.99 called Death Sentences: How Clichés, Weasel Words, and Management Speak are Strangling Public Language. We returned to Fort Stevens at set up camp and, feeling tired, decided to call it a day.