This is my one Saturday home, so as usual I’ll do a little reminiscing about some of the ‘random’ things I experienced during life on the road from Ophir to Patrick’s Point State Park.
As I entered Gold Beach, I walked past these and discovered that they are ‘cat houses’ – But to avoid cliches let’s call them homes for feral felines!
I crossed ‘Bruce’s Bones Creek’, which led to speculation about a tragic story – but in reality, it’s a bit more comical: Bruce Schilling was working on a 1950s road survey crew in Curry County when he got lost in heavy brush. One of his fellow survey workers remarked that “they would find Bruce’s parched bones next spring.” The comment stuck and became the name of the creek. 😀
Bird flu suspect – after I got this mug shot, he flew the coop:
Yet another World Capital: Smith River is the Easter Lily Capital of the World:
I’ve often scratched “LCR – MISS YOU!” in the sand – this time I got to scratch something different!
We were staying in Crescent City Foursquare Church on this particular evening – I don’t know what Larry was doing here, but it apparently warranted backup by a knight in shining armor.
Bigfoot Country – yes, we saw him, and he was hungry. Fortunately, those Big Feet didn’t have to carry him far for sustenance…
The bears at the ends of the Klamath River Bridge have an interesting tale about how they became ‘golden’, which reminds me of the saying that no great story ever started with a salad: How the Bears Turned Gold
The Ah-Pah Trailhead was the end point of 1 day, the beginning of the next. ‘Opa’ (Grandpa in German) couldn’t resist changing the name:
Our next door “neigh”-bors in Orick:
On our final night before coming home, an evening reminder from Orick Church of what it’s all about:
Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” ~ John 8:12