Woke up to wet, drizzly fog. Drip. drip, drip so much for summer on the coast of California this year. Took off at the crack of 10:00, as it takes a while to make breakfast, walk the dog, and hitch up the trailer to the truck. We are getting better at it but it is still a learning experience. Off through the fog with headlights on to Crescent City. Since we had little or no cell phone coverage for the last couple of days we checked in with family and friends once we got near town. A few miles out of Crescent City we crossed into Oregon and in a few more miles we broke out of the fog to a beautiful scenic Oregon coastline. The coast here is wild a dramatic, steep cliffs, large rocks strewn along the coast and many a mile or so from shore, rough surf crashing around the rocks, white spume tumbling in the waves. While you really shouldn't get in the water, this coast is very appealing to walk along the beaches or view from a vista.
Our goal today was to drive to Bandon, a small harbor town, with a historic downtown, rugged beach, and apparently world class golf at $275 a round in a remote part of southern Oregon. We wanted a good seafood dinner in a nice restaurant with a view of the sea. That we were able to accomplish. We walked on the beach in a misty fog that drifted in and out. One moment we would be in white cloud and then suddenly in bright white sunshine and then back into white cloud. We met people who were sifting through the gravelly patches of the beach with their fingers looking for small agate stones. I guess they were going to make jewelery from them.
Our goal today was to drive to Bandon, a small harbor town, with a historic downtown, rugged beach, and apparently world class golf at $275 a round in a remote part of southern Oregon. We wanted a good seafood dinner in a nice restaurant with a view of the sea. That we were able to accomplish. We walked on the beach in a misty fog that drifted in and out. One moment we would be in white cloud and then suddenly in bright white sunshine and then back into white cloud. We met people who were sifting through the gravelly patches of the beach with their fingers looking for small agate stones. I guess they were going to make jewelery from them.
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