The picture to the left is the view of the ocean from my window when we returned to camp this afternoon. There was a cool breeze blowing in the window too, reminded me of going to Florida when I was a kid before air conditioning when you could hear and smell the waves. I am amazed at how fast the tide moves in and out. In just an hour or so, it had retreated dramatically.
Just after dinner I started thinking the music I was hearing was not someone's stereo, but live. I looked out the window and sure enough, there was a guy with a guitar on a little stage on the beach. So I grabbed a jacket (yes, I said grabbed a jacket, sorry, guys) and 
down we went. This guy and a mandolin player did a good job. Some guy from the audience even played harmonica with them for a couple of songs. I am loving this entertainment provided at these campgrounds.
down we went. This guy and a mandolin player did a good job. Some guy from the audience even played harmonica with them for a couple of songs. I am loving this entertainment provided at these campgrounds.This morning we found Renys, which is what they have around here instead of (What???) maybe K Mart?, except it carries name brand stuff, discounted. They had Eddie Bauer, Keds, Columbia.
Then we went to the Farmer's Market, which I wanted to do to get the real flavor. And I was not disappointed. Gene said all the people looked like they came from Mother Earth News. Long grey hair wor
n in a plait, and Gene says, the men too. There was such a variety of wares, from fresh meat truly off the farm, to artisanal cheese, to vegetables, flowers, pork sausage, baked goods, yarn, baskets, they had it! The honey seller was quite a character, she also had homemade dog biscuits. In another picture you might spot a golden retreiver sleeping under a red table, as we stood there, the dog came up and begged a biscuit and then went back to his owner. They had live music too. It was an interesting scene.
n in a plait, and Gene says, the men too. There was such a variety of wares, from fresh meat truly off the farm, to artisanal cheese, to vegetables, flowers, pork sausage, baked goods, yarn, baskets, they had it! The honey seller was quite a character, she also had homemade dog biscuits. In another picture you might spot a golden retreiver sleeping under a red table, as we stood there, the dog came up and begged a biscuit and then went back to his owner. They had live music too. It was an interesting scene.On our travels we have noticed several women of character like 
the honey seller. Without exception they wear their grey hair long, most wear no make up. Some drive distinctive vehicles like a vintage Morris Minor woodie or a motor scooter. One was wearing black jeans, a denim apron and straw hat. We encountered another on the beach today, swimming and sun bathing completely alone.The honey seller said she has two sisters who "fix themselves up" and people ask her why she does not. Her answer is "then I would not be me."
the honey seller. Without exception they wear their grey hair long, most wear no make up. Some drive distinctive vehicles like a vintage Morris Minor woodie or a motor scooter. One was wearing black jeans, a denim apron and straw hat. We encountered another on the beach today, swimming and sun bathing completely alone.The honey seller said she has two sisters who "fix themselves up" and people ask her why she does not. Her answer is "then I would not be me."In our drives along backroads we noticed several odd arrangements of mail boxes. Some are mounted in moveable buckets, one was hanging on a chain from a tree and several were on some see-saw looking apparatus with a chain or rope on them so they could be pulled down to be filled and then would go back up. Gene said it is to keep from getting hit by the snow plow. How interesting!
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