The owner of our RV park was the Port of Brookings. The nearby marina was dominated by several types of fishing boats including trawlers, long-liners, and crabbers. The workers on the one nearest appeared to be preparing to take her out. A couple of hours later, we saw a similar boat going out, but we couldn't be sure it was the same one.
We wondered how many pounds of crab had been loaded onto this table and moved to the scale behind us.
There were huge stacks of crab pots behind us. The guy in black seemed to be explaining something to the other two. Ted thought that he was trying to sell some of the pots.
A few miles north was Harris Beach State Park. You don't really need to go down the steep path beneath the flag tree to enjoy its beauty, but we decided to do so anyhow.
It was worth it. Large pieces of driftwood provided an excellent complement to the big rocks that spread toward the horizon.
These flowers trailed over the large rock in the photo above. OK, you plant taxonomists, help me out. I called this plant manroot. I'm willing to accept corrections.
This beautiful sunset bade us goodbye before we headed further south the next day.
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