Dungeness Spit with a Revived Westy

After two months of one of the most glorious springs I can ever recall, the weekend proved cool and cloudy, i.e., “normal”. This ended up an issue as I forgot my jacket. I forgot a sweater. I didn’t pack a single warm piece of clothing at all.

Here’s a secret for all forgetful campers heading to the Olympics: there’s a Goodwill in Sequim that’s open till 9 pm on Fridays.

This was my first visit to Dungeness Spit. The country campground there is low on privacy, with a mix of site types. Half of them are first come, first served and a few have decent views of the Straight Juan de Fuca and Vancouver Island. We started the five mile walk out to the lighthouse at the end of the spit, but turned back as my only piece of warmth happened to be a velour fleece shirt, and we got caught out in a sudden squall. But that’s ok, as it gives us something to try again when we return.