Day 4
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| Bike problem front row Harris Beach SP Brookings, Or. |
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| Front row with awning |
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| Harris Beach |
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| Bells at home |
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| And then there was Humbolt SP Camp |
Kinda rainy, light rain in the morning. Standard breakfast of fried bread and one egg sunny side or over easy as the moment warranted. Trinidad stop because B. seemed restless (slightly). S took the wheel whilst I tried to make a tomato, cheese and mayonnaise san in the galley. Had to hold on with both hands until we got on the smoother free way and then san was made and eaten without issue. S later suggested, rather out of the blue, that she and I drive off the hwy to Florence and have a bike ride. Turned out to have been a good idea and we rode through farms farmland for a good while seeing tsunami signs every where but no sign of the ocean. Ye old Florence Inn for a drink, grabbed two frozen bratwurst from a meat market (cash or check only) headed to Dell Rio by the back way. Hitched back onto 101 gray late afternoon. In the last of civil twilight we sank under the giant trees. Arrived in Humbolt SP camp. All was stunningly gloomy with dripping dark columns close about. We fried sausages and sautéed the last of the green beans and hunkered down. Not that cold though but still kind of awful. Bad sci fi movie set.
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