Cape Disappointment

I find myself at the end of Lewis and Clark's famous route, and I have to say, Cape Disappointment is not a fitting name for a place as pretty as this. After spending a night in Raymond, a riverside town a ways inland, I pulled into the Cape around lunch time yesterday. The beaches are beautiful, dotted with ancient lighthouses and an old artillery base. The short clam-digging season is upon us, so everyone is out on the beaches with shovels and buckets. It's times like these I wish I was still a meat eater...
Spent the afternoon yesterday cleaning and organizing my gear a little better; went to great lengths to reduce the weight in my pack. After picking carefully through maps, bottle caps, webbing and string, I managed to drop almost 7 pounds of dead weight. Got some great pictures at the beach, I'll get them posted as soon as possible.
Hoping to make it to Rockaway Beach today, though at this point I'll be lucky to make it to the Oregon border, 5 miles away. Maybe I'll have to settle for Cannon Beach, a resort town not too far over the interstate bridge.
-Nick