Yesterday was my day to scare the shit out of the little
woman. The best description I've ever heard about driving
a motorhome is it's like driving a billboard down the road.
The wind and rain were so bad yesterday that we had pieces
of trees flying at us. Also, needless to say, the "billboard"
didn't want to go where I pointed it. We made it, though, to
our next stop, Charleston, Oregon.
The rain stopped long enough to walk 100 yards to the beach.
Yes, it's that close, and a level walk too with no cliffs for a
change.
Last night it rained so hard we couldn't hear the sound on the
TV. We've never had that happen before. Also, today I need to
take a good look at the motorhome for damage from those
flying pieces of trees. After that it will be lots of beachcombing
time. The sun is out now, but for how long is anyone's guess.
As with all of these ... click to enlarge.
The photos are a megabit or bigger.
Let me know if you like that or not.
This is the little trail to the beach from our site.
This is what the trail opens up to. I'll do better
with the camera today. At low tide we can walk
out to that point.
This is the sight in the other direction.
