Now, where to go? I looked on the map and saw a town named OYSTERVILLE! It was clear at the end of the Peninsula on Willapa Bay. That sounded like a great place for oyster hunting. So we packed the car with water, cameras and ME, of course, and headed out.
It took awhile to get there, I thought. But maybe that was because I was excited. Soon, we saw the Oysterville sign and turned off. It is a historic town founded in 1884. In fact, it is so historic, it was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1976.
|Here it is... the place to go oyster hunting!|
|There are a lot of historic homes and buildings in Oysterville|
|On the hunt... Here, oyster, oyster!|
I poked my head in the door and was invited in by a nice lady. I looked up on the counter and thought at least I could buy some oysters from them. After all, they were professional oyster hunters.
They showed me the fresh caught oysters in the refrigerator case but I didn't get any. I was feeling a little disheartened when the nice lady offered me A TREAT! Now things were really looking up. TREATS! If I couldn't have an oyster, at least I could get a treat from the oyster lady!
|Here's those fresh oysters. This is what I was hunting but just didn't look in the right places, I guess.|
|They are REALLY nice at Oysterville Sea farms. I loved their deck. What a view!|
The drive back seemed much shorter that the drive out there. I rested most of the way.
Right now, I need to take a nap. I'm back at my room in the Adrift Hotel and I'm ready for a long rest after my big Oysterville adventure.
Love, Cinnamon, on the Long Beach Peninsula