NORTH BEND, OR TO EUREKA, CA

This was our last day of travel on the Oregon Coast, a place that we never seem to get tired of.  We left the Mill Casino under a bright, sunshiny sky, with mixed emotions.  Our desire to return home after almost 5 months on the road, outweighed our inclination to spend more time exploring the Coos Bay area. 

The drive south was a mixture of ocean vistas, tall Redwood trees, lush green valleys, all mixed with a  combination of sunshine and rolling ocean fog.  This is a drive that provides something new and different around every corner.  We passed on the tourist traps such as prehistoric gardens, and trees of mystery, choosing rather to enjoy the scenic beauty of a simple drive down Hwy 101. 

South of Brookings, we returned to the Golden State for the first time since early May, when we left for the long drive to Alaska.  Our destination for the day was Eureka, where I had picked an RV park that was convenient to the downtown area, and right off Hwy 101, behind the Eureka Harley-Davidson Dealership.

With not much to eat all day, I was a Starven Marven, so I unhooked our Jeep, and we set out to find a Chinese restaurant that the RV park host said was pretty good.  As we drove into the area where the place was supposed to be........wouldn't you know it, I drove right by another one of those woman stores, and all I could say was "damn"!  I need to find a pair of instant blinders, whereby I can push a button, and the girls will be unable to see anything for about 5-10 seconds.

For some reason, these two women can spot a quilt store from even more than a mile away, it's almost like they have built in, quilt radar.  OK, maybe this store has a husband waiting area like the last one did, complete with guy magazines.  Upon finding no such thing in this latest addition to the quilt sisters world record, I approached the lady behind the counter.  I explained to her that there was a universal code that required all quilt/fabric/yarn stores to provide a testosterone themed waiting area, and that without one, her store was destined to failure.  At first, I think she took me seriously, as she scrambled to another room, bringing out a folding chair, and apologizing for not having any Playboy magazines.  I told her thanks anyway, returning to my Jeep sanctuary, where at least I could turn up the radio, and dream of a man's utopian world, completely devoid of quilt stores!  
   

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Miles - 221  Cumulative - 9,187
Shoreline RV Park - $35.28  Cumulative - $1,800.28