Wednesday, September 25
Sunshine! What a difference from yesterday!
I park the PTV in the lot facing the bay at La Push. This location is not far from Rialto Beach. Look how blue the water is in the bay!
You can always tell a commercial fisherman. He can stand up in his boat and operate the motor. He moves across the water and he doesn’t fall out!
To the south of this bay is a magnificent beach.
Before walking through the rocks to the beach, we come upon this duck. Bridget and Spike are so excited I can hardly stop them long enough for this photo. I don’t know what it is with me and ducks lately . . . Or maybe this is a goose? Gosh, I should know the difference. That’s kindergarten material . . . first grade at the latest.
The crew and I walk its complete length.
These photos aren’t in the correct order, but, hey, what does order have to do with a walk on a beach, right?
Occasionally a cloud blocks the sun, so some of these photos are dark. It’s sweatshirt and long pants weather, not too cold for me or for the two nut cakes.
I walk Bridget and Spike toward the surf. Of course, they’re both clueless, having little experience with ocean waves. I get the camera ready to catch them scooting away from water that takes them by surprise. Spike doesn’t hurry. Hey, what’s a little water, he says.
Well, wasn’t that exciting.
These next photos show the enormity of the logs scattered on the beach. Look closely at each photo and you’ll find two little rat terriers.
Bridget and Spike are my handy, four-legged props to give proportion.
One more . . . I know, I know . . . I’m fixated on this mammoth piece of wood sculpture!
Now we go from huge to tiny. If I can’t tell a duck from a goose, I’m certainly not able to identify this . . . this . . . this little thing in the sand.
The beach edges a cove. At the end of the beach, my attention is drawn to the waves crashing against rocks.
It’s fun trying to catch the most dramatic moment. Crash, waves, crash!
Some of you may be thinking . . . Gee, enough with the photos! Get back to telling stories! Where’s the info on RVing? Is this blog going to be an endless travelogue? I want to learn about boondocking! Golly, how many waves do we have to look at, for crying out loud!
Put a good camera in her hands and it’s photos, photos, photos! Give me a break!
Well, dear reader, please bear with me. The crew and I are traveling through magnificent scenery. I want to capture these sights and experiences.
It won’t be long before we camp in southern California and Arizona in order to keep warm through the winter. We won’t move around much.
I’ll have time to write stories about the adventures of the bone-headed boondockers, one human and two canine! There surely will be exciting stories about trips to the grocery store, tense moments over dumping the waste tanks, and funny anecdotes about the dumb things I do. No shortage of material for the latter!
At the far end of the beach I let Bridget and Spike run around loose. They aren’t bounding, sprinting, jumping kind of dogs, so it doesn’t make much difference if they are on-leash or off. We walk together like people do. I enjoy their company throughout every day, wherever we may be.
By the time we return to the PTV, Bridget and Spike are exhausted. I drive down to the La Push Marina. I leave them in the PTV while I walk around.
I don’t know why these fishing boats are in dock. Is it because of high seas? Are they in for repair? Is the fishing off? Have their owners given up?
This next vessel is in fine shape.
And this one is ready for covert operations. I bet the skipper of this ship wears camo, doncha’ think?
I admit, when the crew and I get back to camp, we eat and hit the sack. All three of us sleep for a couple hours. Sea air will do that to ya.’
Tomorrow we leave Mora Campground, Rialto Beach, and La Push to move southward. The weather is in charge of our days. No matter. It can be stormy or calm, drizzly dark or sunshiny bright — I love, absolutely love, the vagabond life!
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