My husband, as previously noted, is quite the amateur mycologist. If you see pictures from our trips that feature people (other than us two, obviously), buildings, curiosities in larger scale, they are often taken by yours truly. Beautiful, detailed shots of tree skins, lichens and mushrooms (and yours truly obviously ;) are mostly his handiwork.
So when we got to Cape Disappointment and it turned out to be quite an mushroom-extravaganza he couldn't have been happier. Though picking was forbidden (there must be some magic ones out there, because mushroom is just the fruit of an underground organism, and picking those doesn't hurt it much), he got many a lovely shot.
Including these spooky-scary alien ones.
For me Cape Disappointment turned out to be worthy of its name, in spite hot showers and the half-white deer we saw, because the trail to the light house was closed half-way. This makes it two times we haven't been able to see the damn table lamp. At least C. is pushing for another vacation there, because of all the shroominess.
Luckily there are two towns near by: Il Waco, which proudly calls itself The Best Little Town In Washington, and where C.'s grandma grew up, and Long Beach, home to, well, a really long beach and, more importantly Marsh's Free Museum!
Part nick-nack store (one and perhaps the original of many many in this little tourist town), part curiosity show, complete with hundred dollar sea shells, stuffed wildebeasts, mechanical canaries and of course Jake the Alligator-Man, Marsh's Free Museum is well-worth spending some time, as well as nickels and dimes in olden-time-y peep machines.
Generally I'm not a huge fan of dead animals, but will make exception for things older than my great grandma.
Politically incorrect music boxes.
Imported french canaries.
Next we head to Astoria: the home of the Finnish Americans, many labor unions and the Goonies.