MIZMARILYN'S MISSIVES

MIZMARILYN'S MISSIVES... THE MANIACAL MUSINGS ON THE MEANDERINGS, MISADVENTURES, AND MISHAPS OF A MISGUIDED MISCREANT...

Thursday, October 04, 2007

The Streak Continues... As Does the Rain....



An old boat... (just in case you didn’t know)

So.. I’m back at Harris State Park, in Brookings, Oregon. It’s right on the border of (shudder) California.

This is the neatest park, rain and all. I showered (sigh) and then did my laundry, as they have a laundromat in the campground. I haven’t ever seen another State park that has one. It’s my last laundry on the road, but I was gonna run out of underwear!

So... Just before I started this, I was sitting in my little cozy house, eating a turkey sandwich I purchased before I arrived (I get smarter every trip) and reading the National Enquirer... doesn’t get much better than that (except for the Enquirer... it sucks!).. oh well, a gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta... well, you know.

I’m ready to be home. It will be a month by the time I get home, and that should suffice for a while. It’s been a super trip, as I’ve said before. Beautiful scenery, neat places and people and some great weather (all that rain).



Another beautiful place....

Oh...

and I walked out of the Casino in Coos Bay with something like $800...

HA!




This picture has an interesting story. When I worked at a bank in Manhattan Beach, I met a fascinating woman named Mabs O’Cain. She was in her 80’s, but you’d never know it. She moved to the mouth of the Rogue River because she was afraid of earthquakes. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that any major quake in California would probably wipe out her “very close to the ocean’ house.

She lived in that little gray house in the sort of middle of the picture, up above the longish white building.

I stopped to visit her while on a trip, and actually stayed with her, in an antique bed with my first down comforter... very necessary around here. She lived in Wedderburn (?), across the river from Gold Beach. While I was there, she took me out to see some artist she met who lived in a trailer somewhere in the woods. It was raining. She drove (which may account for my absolute determination to never let someone else do the driving!).

I noticed a noise coming from the right front of the car. I asked her what it was, and she said she didn’t know. She said, “I’m a narcoleptic, you know”.. seems she had been driving in Arizona (she used to sleep in market parking lots in her car with the dogs... all that money and no good sense... sigh...). Where were we... oh yes.. Arizona, and she had one of her auras (which predict a sleeping attack) and ignored it and ran off the road into the median strip..

I told her quite calmly, that she needed to get it checked out the next day, as Mercedes weren’t supposed to make that kind of noise..

and I’m thinking..

I’m going to die, right here, right now on this backwoods road in Oregon...

But I loved that house...

The view was breathtaking...

(added the next morning)

oh... and last night, as I was taking my toothbrushing run, I saw one of those HUGE banana slugs... (6--8 inches... I'm a gurl, and I've been lied about size). I pointed it out to a neighbor, and he told me he had just seen a SKUNK... eep! I wonder if they like banana slugs???

1 Comments:

At 8:25 AM, Blogger ephemerina said...

Jiminy Cricket, no wonder you don't like it when someone else drives. A narcoleptic! Eeeek!

 

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