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| Beach at Crescent City, California |
This morning finds me in the lobby of a motel in Crescent City, California, speculating on the wonders that await
Maty and I in Redwoods National Park. We've been trekking down along the Pacific Coast, enjoying the scenery in spite of the mist and rain.
Which brings to mind the time when I was in
Munich and I encountered an Australian
busker strumming a guitar and singing in the arcade of a government building:
"
Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you..."
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| Mist-shrouded Oregon beach |
We took our time driving south from Lincoln City, right along Highway 101. I'd determined that we would pull over at every attractive highway-side viewpoint so I could snap photos. But if we'd adhered to that ambitious plan, we'd still be on the road, now. Twenty-four hours later.
There's
too much beauty to absorb. As hard as I found it to be, I forced myself to pass by pull-outs where I
saw motorists standing at the guard rails, pointing out to sea.
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| Cliff dwellers |
Maty is not what one would generally consider to be an outdoor enthusiast. (I think it's an
African thing.) I was concerned that she might become wearied, what with me pulling the car over every 20 minutes or so.
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| Coastal traffic |
All such fears were laid to rest when we came upon the imposing rocks on the shore near Brookings.
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| Coastal rocks |
Ramadan having commenced, her faith is very much on her mind. Quoth she: "How great is God, to have made these rocks?"
No answer, of course. It's a rhetorical question if ever there was one.
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