Wrapping up Coos Bay

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.

My paws are wet and my tongue is sandy.
My paws are wet and my tongue is sandy.
Coos Bay: Freighter departs in fog and rough seas.
Coos Bay: Freighter departs in fog and rough seas.

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.

Author: Murray Lisook

I'm the author of the Roamward Bound blog. In January 2013 I retired to travel full time in my motorhome which I've named Roamward Bound also. Before retiring I lived in Phoenix, working in information technology as VP of IT for Televerde, CTO at J.J. Croney & Assoc., and Director of IT at Del Webb Corp.

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