This morning I had plans to meet with friends in Naselle, so I figured a little daytrip adventure into the plans 😉
Since I found the little Fellowship last Sunday, I thought I’d change my Daytrip days from Sunday to Thursday: and it worked out well today because the slip I pulled out of my Ambitions Jar this morning fit well into the morning plans I had already arranged 😊
Punching the address into the cars GPS system, I checked things out around the house before pulling out of the carport.
There was no new digging under the skirting.
And there is one less wasp to be concerned about when I am outside puttering around.
As I was leaving Longview behind in a swirl of road dust, I heard kate and jay laying down more demands and slapping more mandates in place. I don’t even get mad anymore … all the political craziness does is just kick my resolve to do my own thing into higher gear. If mindless lemmings want to get three vaccines and wear three masks to be forced to stay inside for the rest of their lives, I could care less. The mandates are meaningless. The vaccines are worthless (covid is mutating; the vaccines mean nothing). The masks are ridiculous (there is NO scientific proof they do anything but stroke egos). Forked-tongue fauci parrots whatever the obamanites tells him to parrot. And scientists are telling media sources that covid is here to stay. If lemmings want to be slaves to faulty science and political bullshit games, they have the right to do that.
What they do not have the right to do is insist I goose step to their out-of-pitch tune.
I will do my own thing; and skip to my own tune.
Life is too short to be a slave to political whims.
Crossing from Wahkiakum County into Pacific County, I could see the heavy gray clouds were still lingering.
My visit with friends, was fun.
It felt good to have coffee out-of-house.
It felt good to laugh and talk without censure.
The day was perfect for a drive along the coast – it was breezy, but not high winds. It was cool, but not chilly. The drive was a long one … but the newness kept me alert and aware: I happily got home safely.
When Bob and I visited Tokeland, it was a brief passing through; and we’d only done that once or twice in all our 44 years together. Both times we were on our way to Westport: once to visit Half Moon Cove in 1995, and more recently in June of 2015 for Westport’s Pirate Daze festival (we were just out for a weekend drive and happened to visit during that particular time).
So, this drive today was a true Solo Lobo Daytrip – I planned the drive, and I planned to actually explore the area.
The area was small.
But it was something new.
There was an excitement about it, even though there wasn’t much to see or experience.
The laid back drive itself, was the real lure 😉
I passed a road sign that said Grayland was 10 miles away, and Westport was only 14 miles up the road … so I thought, “why not?” Westport is the end of the road on the spit. And 14 miles is really no time at all.
I had passed into another County: Grays Harbor County.
Of course, I found things to “experience” at both places 😉
That took time.
But, the day was still young; I decided to spend the time dinking around before pointing the car’s nose towards home.
Driving along, I spotted a sign pointing left, that indicated a ‘day use’ Park with beach access and hiking trails.
I turned left.
I drove the entire Park.
All I saw was camp sites – and they were full up.
So, I asked a couple people who were walking their dogs if this was a camping shindig only, and they said, “Yes – only camping”.
I left and aimed for Westport.
The Park there was actually what it said it was.
I parked in the parking lot, and exchanged my sandals for my hiking shoes.
I walked along the trail for 3 miles (1½ miles each way).
The trail was paved with a wide cement trail, and there were plentiful benches dedicated to memories of loved ones (captains, fishermen, water lovers) who had passed.
It was really enjoyable: I may make this a repeat 😊
Bob and I visited Half Moon Cove in late April/early May of 1995; it was basically a surfer’s cove, with food shacks selling hot dogs and stuff like that – and plank boardwalks running the length of them (maybe 3 or 4 shacks). The terrain was rough with rocky outcroppings with the ocean rushing right over and through them: Bob loved it (so did the cavorting surfers); I didn’t. The ocean with its greedy crashing waves was too close for my comfort. I didn’t even look for it today – that experience with Bob was enough to last me a lifetime. When I think of that visit, I can still see those crashing waves licking up the sand. Clearly. A visit today was not necessary.
(https://www.outdoorproject.com/united-states/washington/westhaven-state-park-half-moon-bay).
If Bob hadn’t screwed up his left knee water-skiing, I’m sure he would have been game to surf. I saw Bob’s knee get wrecked, and I went to the doctor’s office with him in May 1974; he messed it up pretty bad with that last double-triple summersault skiing behind his cousin’s speed boat: That boat was hot! And it was moving, barely kissing the water – and Bob was beautiful to watch. I don’t remember what exactly happened, all I remember was Bob wearing those white cutoff shorts and that dark chestnut tan; with his hair flying out behind him as he flew through the boat waves and flew up into the air to do his twirling triple summersaults. That afternoon, he did a double set – and then he was in the water … and Martin was slowing down and pulling him into the boat, and brought him to the dock. His kneecap was out of place; his knee was ballooning (the bloody watery mess doc drained off his swollen knee was disgusting). He never water skied again, and he always had trouble with that knee swelling up and the kneecap sliding out of place. Sometimes he had to wear a knee brace for a week or so.
Today, I did not drive into the main hub of Westport – I deliberately stayed on the outskirts. Before I left the coastline, I nipped into a gas station and washed the bugs off the windshield: it was thick with ick.
I parked the Highlander in my carport about a half hour later than anticipated, but that’s okay – I felt accomplished anyway. I did the entire loop trip by myself.
Missing Bob – but not teary-eyed.
At a leisurely pace.
Exploratory.
Confidently.
8 hours and 12 minutes; without getting tired.
((((THANK YOU, LORD!))))
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