It is that time of year when the weather can’t make up its mind. We drove to Ruby Beach earlier this week. It was cloudy and the marine air made it look deceptively cool, however my sweatshirt was much to warm.
My husband remembers it as it was in the 1930’s. It was the Ruby Beach Resort. There were cabins, a gas station and a store, as well as camping for those that wanted to wade out into the water for smelt. I think he found it a little frustrating because you can no longer tell where the road used to go down to the beach. The only access now is via a walking trail. He also couldn’t tell where his family used to camp or where the cabins were.
The beach is now part of the Olympic National Park and all remnants of the Resort are gone.