Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain. –Edmund Waller
The last five days in Coos Bay were a series long stretches of rain and high wind followed by a few hours of sun and warm breeze. Keira and I could get to the beach every day and the ocean was wild with giant waves crashing as far back as the eyes could see. Rides into Charleston, Coos Bay and North Bend, however were treacherous. I don’t have rain gear for Scooter of Anarchy, so my attempt to get a picture of a freighter going through the draw bridge was a soaked in mud fail.
During the storms I’ve been reading The Signal and the Noise: Why So Many Predictions Fail-but Some Don’t, This Explains Everything: 150 Deep, Beautiful, and Elegant Theories of How the World Works, and Snow Crash.
Tomorrow I’m heading south to Brookings, Oregon for a week.