Day 2 Friday January 10

Stilling the violence

     Woke to heavy wind full of rain. Drove to shower house. Showers good; hot, no money. I had some trouble with my new fleece-lined pants from Costco: because of the non-slidiness of damp foot and the fact that the fleece was only sewn to the top and the bottom of the pant leg it required 5 minutes and a wholly new approach to get into them.  The Yellow Phone business arose again as ranger pulled in next to van partially blocking escape. Young ranger with indecipherable name on his chest produced a bit of paper titled Attention Notification. He said go to the Yellow Phone but the phone was on the entrance building which was manned by a nice woman so she collected my $10ºº which low price was achieved because we held an Off Season Senior Discount paper as mentioned.
     Some waves breaking over the seawall beside the highway splashed the van causing concern about future corrosion. Blustered south against the gusts said to reach 50 mph watching for the King Tides warned of by the Cape Disappointment Park Host. Lunch in Lincoln City at Maxwell's followed by dog walk on the beach and the rain had just stopped as B stepped down to the pavement at Canyon Creek Park just west of the rather unattractive Driftwood Public Library in downtown Lincoln City wherein we dipped for some downloading and this blogging. Sun!

     We picked someplace 92 miles away and drove toward it. At some point about 33 miles away from there we  began to seek a not-closed camp, because so many were closed, and thus stop driving, make dinner and so on. After a few false positives we came to a dark small camp by a lake. There was only one other inhabitant who was sleeping in a car.  I didn’t know he/she/they were sleeping in the car until the very pleasant Host woman met me in the dark between the pay station and the van in site 18r. She said they sleep in the car. She also pointed out the lake which I could sort of see anyway and asked a couple of times if I had any questions.  This lightened things up considerably because initially I was like wtf where is this. S made some rather wonderful fish tacos and B had some too.