Saturday, September 27, 2008
At the Coast
The raucous cries of the seagulls seemed to beckon me back as I strode purposely down the quay of Charleston, taking note of the gently blowing breeze making the sea grass dance. Boat owners were out in force, working on their boats instead of playing on them, which seemed a shame given the gorgeous day. Coos Bay has welcomed us home with a spectacular fall day.
Earlier we had driven out to our friend’s house to pick up some of our things he had been kind enough to bring over for us in his truck from Bend. Paul is building a new home and has made quite a bit of progress since I was last there. Marc is going to wire it for him once his knee is better—having already finished the rough in weeks ago.
This morning dawned the quintessential coastal foggy morning as I rushed to get groceries and restock the park model and unpack all our stuff. It felt fresh and smelled so good, awakening senses as to why we like it here so much. The ride over was long and quite difficult for Marc. After all, it was only days ago that his knee looked like this: