Fortunately (for me, at least), purt' near everyone in Ocean Park knows where Camp Morehead is. Otherwise, I'd'a been sitting there at the flashing light by Jack's Store, knowing I was a couple miles from the camp but not knowing how to find it. (Apparently, I came into Ocean Park from a direction unanticipated in my written directions, so turning right at the light had me going entirely in the wrong direction.) But, as I said, everybody knows how to get there, and a guy at Jack's offered to "go home that way" so I could follow him. Gotta love these small towns.
Pretty drive back to Portland from Astoria via Rte. 30, BTW -- even when the skies are hazy.
Yeah, Mary, it was great singing with you and Lorna. Too bad the lack of sleep started getting to Lorna. But I got back to PDX just in time to unpack before dark.