Rollin', rollin,' rollin. Keep those doggies rollin, RAWHIDE!!!!

Oceanside RV Resort was a lovely campground located right on the ocean in Charleston, OR. The problems we encountered there were no fault of the park, but rather weather-related. We encountered heavy, misty fog, a fog horn blowing three bursts every two minutes from dusk until dawn and very damp and chilly weather. George needed to dig out the "Winter Storage Bin" so we could get some long pants and sweatshirts. Big black crows kept landing on the roof of Little Miss to dine on their "Catch of the Day." George climbed up to take a look and found the evidence of crab leg shells that had been left behind. The "tips" they left for us were not  the type we wanted.

The walkway to the ocean, lined with evergreen bushes.

This is after the fog lifted!

The water was very cold.

Braving the ocean breeze that was bitter.

Getting ready to head back to Little Miss where the fireplace and heat were cranking.

Walks along the ocean were a bit dreary and wind-swept, but I did enjoy it in a forlorn sort of way. I felt a sense of "smallness" amid the never ending waves that kept rolling upon the shore. The power of the ocean is evident and it seems to be even more aggressive than the Atlantic.

Lack of sleep as a result of the fog horn made us lazy, but we couldn't rest for long, because we needed to seek out a veterinarian for Miss Lucy.

After some research and conducting a "drive-by," we decided to take her to the better looking of the two places that were highly rated. Turns out that Lucy somehow developed a bacterial skin infection that she aggravated with scratching. We also felt she was very stressed-out over the fog horn, because she would not relax the whole first night here, so the vet prescribed a mild sedative to ease her "fog horn anxiety."

Ocean Boulevard Veterinary Hospital

So, $160 later, we return home with a travel-weary, fog horn-freaked out kitty. I decided to medicate her before the horn stated blowing to give it time to take effect and this "mild" sedative seemed to create a "moderate"  reaction. Poor Lucy was wobbling around with heavy-lidded eyes, looking like one who has smoked too much cannabis (the popular home-grown treat in these parts).

The sun set and we waited anxiously to see how she would react to the fog horn....and, as fate would have it, no horn blew in the dense fog-filled bay that night. The guilt I felt, and still feel, for unnecessarily drugging my little fur baby will take a some time to fade. She did express her displeasure by leaving a little present on the bathroom floor - her classic sign for either, "we're even," or "I forgive you."

Due to the heavy fog and chilly temps in Coos Bay, we decided to relocate for the next four days to Winchester Bay, which is about 25 miles up the coast. We were lucky to find last-minute availability at a really nice RV resort while driving around looking for a place to do some off-roading in our Wrangler.  Lucy was happy that it was only a short ride this time. 

Photos and video from our adventures while at Winchester Bay RV Resort and Marina will follow, along with photos from my first visit with my Aunt Bonnie and her husband, Ed. 

Deep thought for the day:   “What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. ... In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.”  ~  Sir John Lubbock, 1834-1913