After a long slog through the impenetrable forest, the way to our destination had been washed out. Two of our party were infirm. We had to turn back.
A 30 second exposure made the choppy Pacific look almost mellow at Patricks Point.
Last week, Steve and I went out 299 to Willow Creek. Just this side of WC is a campground with a nice creek running through it. We’d just had a big storm and this was one of the results.
Yesterday, Pam and I headed out to Redwood Creek. Lots of alder, fir, spruce, and redwood. There’s more water flowing in Redwood Creek than Mad River. OK, weren’t rivers supposed to be larger than creeks?