Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
The very best part of the trip, although taking up the least actual time, was the time on the Oregon beach. Powerful winds, rain with sand imbedded, waves crashing. Complete resetting of the brain. Exhausting and exhilarating and exactly what we traveled so far for. If only it had rained more.
Moby did very well with ND hanging out with him, although he purred loudly for a good half hour after we got home. Then spent the evening chasing the mouse and flopping to be petted, alternately.