Coos Bay

We moved 50 miles north along the coast to Coos Bay today, a town where Ken lived in the 1980s. The town is dominated by the waterfront, and we saw a large lumbermill on the way into town.

We're in a park with Wi-Fi, so we have a much faster and more reliable internet connection now. It's a small private park with lots of permanent residents and not nearly as inviting as Cape Blanco State Park, but at least it has a sewer connection--something we really needed after a week with no hookups.

This morning I walked along the Coastal Trail for a bit and stood on an overlook watching the waves break on the shore.

Tonight we are watching The Diary of Anne Frank on Fox Movie Channel. They show their classic movies uninterrupted by commercials. It's heart wrenching and tense.