And the weather turns again, from fog, showers and cold wind to sun and light breezes. With it, we begin to think about home. It is funny to me how we know when a trip is over. Is it because the schedule calls for us to return tomorrow? Or are we done here, for now?
We have no cooking facilities where we are staying, so we eat out each meal. We’ve found a few places we like and a few we don’t. Some of the places here on the beach seem to have been here forever, still serving the same food they did in the 1950s and 60s. Others are newer kinds of food, better suited to current tastes. They coexist in this small place.
Today after lunch we drove out to Ecola State Park to enjoy the sun and the view and the fresh air blowing in from the sea. And the peace.