Rain doesn’t stop anything in Coos Bay

We browsed the weekly farmers’ market in North Bend this morning and enjoyed sampling fresh cookies and bread and fruits, and watching the large number of people browsing despite the alternating rain and mist. Similar to what we observed in Vancouver, B.C., it seems people become inured to the rain and get out anyhow. Apparently you would either become accustomed to the rain or you would just have to move east. The logistics are a little trickier in a 200 sf home, lacking a mud room and all. We shake out our rain shells and hang them to dry in the camper. And there are probably dry and sunny days in Coos Bay. There must be — the flowers are beautiful.

We drove around Charleston, OR, very near Coos Bay, and found High Tide Restaurant for lunch. Less and less often, but we still find our eyes are bigger than our stomachs. We needed something to drink and a cup of chowder, maybe a piece of toast. But we ordered a cup of chowder each and entrees and tried to eat them. Deb’s entree was a very small dish of wonderful small broiled shrimp. I had a seafood fettucine with prawns, smoked salmon, and the tenderest scallops I’ve ever had. The clam chowder was wonderful, chock full of really tasty clams. We saved my fettucine and split it for supper later.

Over lunch, Deb and I discussed our evolving full-timing lifestyle. Our attitude toward staying and driving and sightseeing are shifting slightly. Formerly we imagined we would resist driving more than every other day. Now we’re thinking driving once every other week might be a lot. Formerly we thought we’d try to see all the attractions within a 100 mile radius then move on. Now we’re thinking as much about living in an area for a month or so and stretching out the attraction-seeking over a longer period. In part we are responding to gas price increases. And we think we are also conditioned by forty-three days on a driving caravan. Watch a few weeks and see if this settles out a little.

There are three or four parks just southwest of Charleston and we braved the wind-driven rain to tour this part of the coast. We weren’t just being plucky, we leave for California tomorrow so today is our touring day. We found a very nice county campground, Bastendorff, and drove to Cape Arago to try and view the sea lions and seals. Immediately upon exiting our truck we heard the barking of the sea animals on the rocks. But seeing them was a little more difficult for the wind and rain. We stayed a little while and gaped at the raw display of power in the ocean’s waves crashing against the seastacks.


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