Yesterday was a beautiful day here in Brookings. The sun came out very early in the morning and stayed out all day. Not a hint of fog on the beaches and we rode up to Gold Beach and found our way to a road behind the airport and looked for an easy walk to the beach. We found a narrow pathway, a small dirt road, where we could park the car and walk the rest of the way on to the beach. Both Judy and Kathy are walkers and off they went while Helen and I walked at a much slower pace but did make it through the soft sands.
The beaches did not have an abundance of beach rocks this time. Usually the Gold Beach sands are loaded with a million rocks and an assortment of shells, feathers and this time a huge dead bird that looked like a wild turkey. No agates found as the tide was coming in fast and furious and it was dangerous to get close to look for the shiny agates. The ladies did find a lot of small flat pieces of drift wood as Judy is bound and determined to make herself a bird house. She has to find a way to pack the wood and the beach rocks she kept putting into a bag into her suit case to take back to Colorado.
I was surprised to see deep rutted tire tracks on the beach. There was a lot of drift wood, some built up in huge piles and one that looked like some clever person was making a shed for a shelter. I teased Judy about taking that back home and have an already partially built bird house of size.
Helen enjoyed the beach and stood watching us hike about. She told us she got enough beach walking years ago when she lived in Carmel and could go to a beach with her children, so really had enough in her lifetime. She picked up a bit of 'tan' and was happy when we were ready to go and have something to eat at the Port Hole restaurant where we found chowder, fish and chips and delicious pie. Judy found out that French Apple Pie is a crumb crust pie. I didn't know that. The blackberry pie I had was delicious and the Helen and Kathy had the strawberry rhubarb pie. Well, we walked enough to earn those calories.
We drove back and stopped at Lone Ranch Beach and walked the pathway to the beach. The last time I was there it was beautiful and I got some wonderful pictures to blog. This time the weeds had taken over, the berry bushes were thick and the path way was just ugly. It turned a bit better when we went towards the water and saw all the huge drift wood pieces. Our last stop was at the local drug store where they have a lovely gift shop and the ladies wanted some cards and trinkets to take home. They leave today and I will miss them as we have had such a good visit. It was already dinner time so instead of going out to a restaurant we decided on finishing up on our wine party with all the dips and chips and stuff, after all they couldn't leave all that behind for just me. Of course that would not be enough, we knew that, so opted for those big hot dogs and some molasses beans and Judy's home grown tiny tomatoes, a few of those baby carrots and we were all in hog heaven. It doesn't take much to make us happy. Judy delighted us with some funny sayings she collected along the way and read them out to us. Those one lines can 'crack you up'.
So today, I will say goodbye to my friends and get back to my old routine. I have some e mails to catch up on as I have heard from my Hurricane Irene friends that they have their power back and are ready for some news. Everyone made it through fine I am happy to say. Hopefully there wont be another 'big' one for awhile. It is the start of the hurricane season so we have yet to find out what is coming along . . . maybe nothing! I hope you have friends coming in for the last of the summer. School starts soon and September starts in just one more day. Fall, isn't that a lovely word? Fall . . . a time of color, crisp days, falling leaves to rake . . . um . . . yes, I'm ready to hear that you are kicking leaves around, here on the coast we will be getting into our 'wet' mode and stay there for some time. Rain is good and has a little beauty all its own. Make your seconds count today and enjoy everyone of them. Hugs to all.
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