On Thanksgiving Day, Lee and I took a drive across the Columbia River to Washington to have dinner at the historic and very lovely Shelburne Inn. It's "near" Long Beach on the peninsula, but I think the actual town is Seaview. Seaview is so small I didn't realize it was its own town until very recently. The reason the Shelburne was our destination was not for the history, although the Victorian ambiance is a big plus, but because they serve some of the best food you'll find anywhere around. The traditional turkey dinner was exceptional, and so was the drink served up by David Campeche, the proprietor. Let's just say we sat around for awhile enjoying the day until we felt comfortable driving home again.
Back to this photo: We've just passed under the towers of the Astoria-Megler Bridge, and are making our way down the slope to the flat part. The tide was extremely low, and the dark area in the bright water is a sand (or mud) bar. Barely visible in this photo are pilings in the mud, left over from net-drying sheds that were used in the days of horse seining. To the left and out of this photo is a whole forest of pilings used for the same purpose.