A ninety three degree day here is murder. It's rare. It happens maybe twice in each season of spring, summer and fall. Not enough to buy an air conditioner. Hot enough to make you flee towards the Columbia and hope for a coastal breeze. At four in the afternoon we had suffered enough. We filled the water bottles, filled the gas tank, grabbed our gypsy packs and headed for the holiday filled shores of the Columbia. No sand to be had, fishermen, families, picnics, swimming, further on we go. The air cools, ahhh, we are silent in our relief and the wheels keep turning. Green mountains, covered bridge, sloughs, basalt cliffs, moss covered trees, ferns, cool salty air dances on our skin, cranberry fields, the beauty of Willapa Bay, mountains of oyster shells and finally the sandy coast and welcoming waves of the sea. Hours spent walking, taking in the fresh air and evening sun. Happy enough to feel hungry. We head for Long Beach for thai food. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, I did too. A pleasant surprise awaits you. Authentic thai on pacific avenue of Longbeach. Chilies, lemongrass, lime leaves, peanut curry, coconut milk, seafood all done right. A genuine treat. The sun seemed to never set. We had light late into the night and as we came down the mountain towards the rainier bridge a coyote crossed our highspeed path. I hope the sneaky thing lives. Coyote the trickster.