And we thought coming out of Half Moon Bay was foggy! At least on Hwy 101 we didn't imagine giant ships spooking through the fog. We are in Brookings taking care of the elders and came up in beautiful fall weather. And then, rain. And today is November and we sat on the beach in the sun with the dogs - the extra dog is Buddha, and she belongs to Robbie, Mom's husband. She isn't sure of the bigger guys and has a tendency to run off. Both shepherds ran into the ocean and tried to drink it - thinking, probably, "hooray, we are at Lake Powell." They don't understand why we yell at them to not drink the ocean. Bad stuff happens to their digestion. 
It is strange to be on the beach in Nov. and to have warmth. Mom's beach is a little cove at the mouth of the Chetco River, which is Brookings harbor. We had thought that last summer we would be cruising up here on our way to Canada. There is an old Jewish saying, "Man plans, God laughs" - so we land cruised in the van. Mom's neighbors must think the Clampetts have arrived when we show up as we sleep in the van in front of the house. I just smile and wave at them in my pjs.
Robert looks retired here - his new job is either International Yachtsman/ boatworker/dog walker/boat fixer/mechanic/fog driver/ or whatever he feels like.
We are very relaxed after the awful push of trying to get the boat ready. The worst part is that Robert made another list that is a full page of things to do on the boat. Ok - we will be cruising in and out the Gate for the winter and enjoying doing things with our friends here. As well as shortening the list. One would hope.
We are very relaxed after the awful push of trying to get the boat ready. The worst part is that Robert made another list that is a full page of things to do on the boat. Ok - we will be cruising in and out the Gate for the winter and enjoying doing things with our friends here. As well as shortening the list. One would hope.
This , below, is Mom's beach with the tide trying to wipe the beach out. There are huge logs and piles of driftwood, which comes in from the ocean....or as a sailor would say, was out there on the water before it came to the beach. And something to watch for when we do come north. That plan is back in place - but again, a plan is a plan, is a plan. We shall see.
We had some magic charters in Canada, years ago, and there was so much country we wanted to explore that going north is something we should get out of our system. I'O goes to weather beautifully, but the lesson, after seeing the huge logs on the beach - is we will harbor hop from about 20 miles out.
We had some magic charters in Canada, years ago, and there was so much country we wanted to explore that going north is something we should get out of our system. I'O goes to weather beautifully, but the lesson, after seeing the huge logs on the beach - is we will harbor hop from about 20 miles out.
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