The Chetco River Inn
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... out on a quest for Sacramento. The majority of tourists had weak stormy weather constitutions as well, and decided to spend the day huddled in their tents with their phones. That night, after a day of drizzle, was spent once again with lovely conversation around a warm fire started with copious levels of lighter fluid and wet logs. As the night grew later, my dream of an early start the next morning grew ...
... and a vast variety of aquatic plants, sea weeds, sea grasses, and the like. We had to pay attention to the ocean roaring in the distance, and headed back up the beach as soon as the tide started back in. Never turn your back on the sea…
After a delectable lunch of fish tacos, with the red snapper caught yesterday and some relaxation time, we headed down to the Brookings Harbor and caught the ...
... and get up close with the trees.
These massive giants always amaze - not just their girth and height, but the quiet of the forest, the play of the sunlight filtering through the canopy, the many small micro-ecosystems that grow on the live trees and the fallen ones, and the character of some of the gnarled and sculpted specimens among the many straight and towering ones.
... caused it and came to the conclusion it was obviously a bear. To make my morning even better due to the campground we were at we were having a hot breakfast of bacon, sausages and pancakes. It was such a nice change from bagels or cereal and we all devoured massive amounts of food. We were having a late start so it wasn't until about 11 that we left the campsite to head to the hike we were doing for the day. Just before we left camp ...
... So we turned around stopped on the side of the road and watched Hamish and Mum jump out of the car and run up to the whale. Eventually I got out to see the whale but when I got there all I saw was a whale that did not move and wasn't spouting, to me it looked more like a rock. While I am writing this Hamish has informed me that he never thought it was a whale he just wanted to see what it was.
We arrived late to set up camp at Harris Beach State Park. The sun was ...