4 more from the Lost Coast

I'm kind of glad this one was a bit out of focus. This is Bethany coming back up from the ocean on our first night out on pt. 2 of the Lost Coast. We'd just walked out of civilization without the legally required bear canisters to protect our food. The late afternoon miles had gone slow in the sand. The trees weren't big enough to hang our food as high and securely as I'd like so there was this worry in the air that we'd wake to the rummaging of 300 pound scavengers working out a way to drop our next 5 days worth of food and spoil our unspoiled coast adventure before it really began. The walk up the beach with fog hiding civilization from us kind of flicked the awareness switch required to live well without plumbing, supermarkets, walls and doors, etc. It was nice.



Some great rock the next day.



So, the proverbial snake in the grass eh? We walked near, or right over several of these in the last 10 miles of Lost Coast. I still don't know if these are young rattlers of some sort or some faker species. I gently prodded one of them with my trekking pole and it shook its non existent rattler and coiled up like it was going to do something. None of us stuck around for that.



So... at the Mattole River Campground we learned that some people like to come out and camp with the whole family. This means, Mom, Dad, two precious little girls scampering around, the parakeet shivering in its cage on top of the car on the windswept beach, and of course the hamster that never once poked its nose out of the shavings on the cage bottom. I also learned that there is a segment of rap music that could be accurately described as 'death rap'. It's not uplifting at all!

Okay, signing off for a bit.