Northern California looking a little more wintery…Mt. Shasta a shivery white peak above. But still valleys of spring. Oregon crossing – hilly, rugged - up, down and around - green valleys full of cows - beef jerky for sale , java huts
Lunch, lunch – Mott always putting in a plug for Subway which is everywhere (one of those bones of contention) - and that is my LAST resort. Just in time a hamburger joint appeared. A very good one….
To the Oregon coast – Our visions of being ensconced in sand dunes did not pan out. A reach to our preferred site, so settled for a State Park north of Coos Bay with OMV capacity – a dune buggy haven. Boys around campfires polishing their vehicles. I asked the BLM host how far it was to the water and she said - 2 miles , down the corridor over 40 foot dunes.
The fog rolled in, the vehicles revved up and we took solace in our pile of oysters. Just as we were to pull into the campground, Mott had seen a sign for oysters and we loaded up – a local variety and a Japanese variety the grower was experimenting with. Nearly impossible to open, but buttery - Mott has wounds.
Trying to find a piece of local fish was a trial. No one could think where a fish market might be…but Safeway, that had Tilapia and sheiz from Viet Nam , frozen Atlantic salmon and Alaska cod (it’s very lean, she told me - really good for you) also had tiny Dover sole fillets –billed as fresh and wild. Success – and with sautéed oysters atop ……butter, tarragon…..
We lit a campfire – and as the fog moved in, it diffused the light from the “street lights” – it seemed almost like real camping.
But it’s only 8:15…
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