Two pair overalls, one cowboy hat.

It's broken down now, but it was the local gas station and laundromat for a small community. And this was Hwy 101 winding it's way back to the coast. Now it's a chicken coop and 101 was relocated some 25 years ago, closer to the Pacific, widened and straightened of a little hamlet charm in the process.

The Kinneman's ran the place, a couple married and together so long they began to resemble each other. Both dressed in overalls and appearing so similar that the only way to tell them apart was to hope Mr. Kinneman was wearing his cowboy hat. Soda sipping in the sun while beach towels tumble dry.

Gone too are the signage of winged horse and gas priced to 9/10ths blowing in the winds.

Adrenal overload.

This will get your attention, even if you're wrong..................

A dollar is just a nickel .

The littlest of mermaid money...........

Nape hair raising........

Well, there is an unrelenting onslaught of non-locals who have invaded the cove and gas chambers, they have no problem going to your inside and taking position. They have no etiquette is what I'm saying...... They even bring their kids into the peak!!!

I'm pretty sure that they are passing the word around that we are an easy bunch to take advantage of as they make their way north to Alaska. There is a new group every week.

Word is that we have contracted with some tough guys from Orcas Island to sort them out and some hangers on have joined the posse. Those guys are scaring the crap out of the surfers here and at Gleneden as well.

Who woulda thunk it?

Anomaly today offshore winds from the leftside while the rest of the coast got sideshores from the right..........go figure?! Headhigh and head and a half.

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There is some question of what to call the peak, our newest addition....... I wonder if the whales have swum by it and given it a name?

Mystos

Cloudbreak

Timbuktu

Mr. Shaggy

Bow hunting bears? I'd rather spend the afternoon dodging triple overhead sneaker sets. Solo hunting in the high country before the spring thaw, no thanks!? Takes huevos. The guy sitting next to you in the lineup may do things in his spare time that will blow you away.

This giant ruled the terrain for miles around, he has had few rivals in recent years. A clean shot from 15 yards away kills him quickly, but not before he spins around looking for the source of his pain. Ready to rip apart that source. Dominant primal anger ready to close the space between you and him.

Uuuuuh no thanks.

To get out and stalk these beasts with a bow and arrow, miles from other humans and then come back feeling humbled by the experience of taking the biggest one in the entire area? There isn't a much purer form of hunting.