Out the window of our nicely off season hotel, the marina and the Astoria-Megler Bridge. A few diving birds bobbed in the calm water around the boats, seagulls of much more staunch constitution, and more elegant calls than our urban Salt Lake duffers, circled and preened.
We got to the February northern beach just an hour or so after low tide, but there is still little left of the Wreck of the Peter Iredale, out of Liverpool.
I had to wonder if the heavy furniture aboard, now salvaged at the Columbia River Maritime Museum, may have been part of the problem.
The most amazing section of the museum, for us, was the central display in the front window. A setpiece of a boat canted at an angle to view the equipment best, with mannequins in full gear. Except that upon closer examination, it is what the rescue boat looks like in the high seas where the Columbia meets the Pacific, and lifesaving is learned and practiced. The impossible angle is what these guys take as a kind of normal. Videos of rescues and techniques plays beside it. We sat through a good half dozen before finally moving on. We pretty much concluded that the Coast Guard are the real badasses of all the US military. Then we got to wander around the lightship Columbia, moored next to the museum.
Language Hat has a very interesting and accessible to us linguistic dabblers, post on the persistence of Dutch. He's always amazing, of course.