Finally broke loose on Tuesday, 20th

It wasn't easy need I tell you. It never is. Art kept locking my doors so carefully and Then I'd have to go back in and rescue some vital item. He had begun to drive off when I had to yell to him that I  didn't know where I had put Bobby's lengthy health certificate papers. Problem being that I had given the keys to the van to Art so that he could  exercise the battery for me once in a while. They were in the van and off I went minus a dozen other things I can do without.

I met Kathy and family for a late dinner at the Trinidad Casino. Delicious fish dishes including mine which was laced with gorgeous pear slices and other fruits. So good to see family again. I tried to drive up their road but when the wheels began spinning on the steep gravel incline and began smelling of hot rubber and finally the car refused to move one more inch, I put on the brake and began pondering the options. Actually, the only possibility lay in a total backtracking since the Rialta was too long to turn around. Let"s just say it was a hair raising experience since I couldn't see a thing. For about a half hour Kathy had to yell at me to go right or left backing up and around curves And over HIIGH centers and drops. A friend  came out of the woods to see what all the  commotion was about. He pitched in with the orders and we finally made it without dropping into the forest. I retreated to a local. RV park.

After Kathy and I had a great breakfast at the Seascape we parted and. I pulled over at the classic Trinidad vista at the lighthouse. I have so many fond memoriies of that spot dating clear back to when Kathy first moved up there to go to HSU. I was sitting there on a bench trying to get my IPad to take a picture while the glare was so bad I couldn't see what I was doing. A man crossed the street and asked me some questions about the Rialta so I gave him a tour. He was Kathy's age but after a career as a builder and contractor he had switched to being a photographer specializing in images to use on refrigerator magnets which he sells to twenty eight different retailers. Both he and his wife suffered serious health conditions which he attributes to electronic devices they have used over the years.  It made me so sad to hear about his wife's second bout with cancer in ten years. He went over to his house and brought back his magnet display stand and offered me several choices. Ultimately he insisted that I take six of them. They're lovely including two blue herons and two different versions of Trinidad bay. Thank you, Michael, I'll treasure your gift. I'm holding many hopeful thoughts for you and your wife.

I departed Trinidad and after a splendid though thoughtful ride up to Oregon, I managed to get the very last available spot at Harris Beach State Park. Before that, Bobby and I stopped for lunch at The Red Fish Cafe which Sandra and I had gone to with Jesse last year on our trip to Gold Beach. Food as good as last time. Followed by a Feast of blackberries along the trail to the beach. Had a great conversation with some young motor cyclists including a young woman who told me where I should stop for dinner and stay that night.  Needless to say, she was spot on right. Great dinner, last place i(again) in a good camp and a good night's sleep. Thoughts about the exquisite ride up the Oregon coast today when I post next. Love to you all.

       View of Trinidad Bay

Girl biker's beautiful plum colored bike.

View down to beach last night