We got a text on the way to Grayland, “Hurry! I am in my tshirt on the beach”, but by the time we got their the sun was setting, the clouds gathering and it was time to put on a hat. We never took off the hats the rest of the weekend.
I tell everyone when I start organizing our spring trip to Grayland, the nice thing about staying in the state park yurts is you never know how the weather will be. This year it was filthy. More napping, more reading, more sitting in restaurants instead of around campfires. Vic and I also finally made it to the Bluegrass in the Bogs festival at the Grayland Grange. It’s a sweet affair, with only a couple bands taking turns on the stage all day long.