Gale winds are predicted, so we moved the boat to a more sheltered anchorage, about 1/4 mile from where we were. Then we paddled ashore and caught the noon Greyhound to Coos Bay.
Last Father's Day, we drove up to Roy's son Steve's place near Sacramento and went swimming and Royaking in the lake. That evening, when we were gathering up our stuff to return to Richmond, I overlooked my bathing suit. Next morning, I phoned Allison and asked her to mail my suit to my daughter's address in Campbell. There was some mail that had arrived for Roy, so they put that in the package with the suit and sent it off. Unfortunately, it went to the wrong address and was eventually returned to Steve. By then, we were in Brookings and expected to be in Coos Bay in a few days, so we asked Steve to remail the package to General Delivery in Coos Bay. But Mother Nature had other plans and kept the northwest wind blowing 25 knots, so here we sit in Port Orford, 51 miles south of Coos Bay. Eager to get our mail, we decided to take the bus.
We enjoyed the pleasant, relaxing, scenic bus ride, and we got to preview our next two stops--Bandon and Coos Bay. The post office in Coos Bay is just a few blocks from the Greyhound station. We walked over there and got the package. There were Father's Day cards from Roy's children, a thank-you card from one of his grandsons, and his replacement ATM card, all of which Roy was very glad to receive. I, of course, was glad to get my swimsuit back, even though I probably won't use it much in Alaska!
When we got back to Port Orford, we bought a few groceries and ate some big, luscious wild blackberries. Then we paddled around, exploring the cove where we're anchored. There are a lot of weird rocks here. We went ashore on a little beach and checked out a small cave. Roy gathered some pretty agates. Then we paddled some more. Saw a lot of starfish and anemones.
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