Thursday we awoke to, you guessed it, more wind! 3/15/18

!We had planned to drive down to Alfonsina’s for breakfast at the only restaurant in town, so the rest of them did and I walked the 2.2 miles down the beach and met them.

My pelicano friends along the way

On the way down the beach, I passed another campground where some of the people are permanent.  I had been wondering where the sanitary dump was located around here.  Not that we had to use it, just for my own edification.  I managed to get one of the permanent resident’s attention and through the wind asked him if he knew where the dump was.  At first he thought I meant a trash dump but after making myself clear, he answered that he just lets the stuff leave his trailer into the sand. “ It’s a natural filter,” he says. “ They have been doing it forever.”  Yes, right Mr. Oregon (his plates).  I am sure that the natives of this country really appreciate your dumping your you know what into their said that, of course, is only 50 yards from their ocean.  Huh, bet he is worried about global warming though . . .

Anyways, we spent this windy day, much like yesterday, huddled in the shelter of the trailer – out of the wind.  When I go outside, I feel like I’m am getting a free dermabrasion treatment!!  Gotta look at the bright side!


Around 4pm the wind let up and allowed us to get a nice walk on the beach and cocktails outside.  Russ cooked a fine shrimp gumbo for us that we shared inside our trailer. 

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