We had breakfast, made up a picnic lunch and set off south past Port Orford and towards Gold Beach. We stopped at several point along the way and watched the waves crashing on the shore and against the many rocks standing offshore.
It was another sunny, bright day, but tempered by a strong north wind. At some of the stops the sand was being driven with the wind into our faces. Christine complained that she could feel it in her ears when she put her hand into them. I complained it was stinging my face when I was trying to take movies. It was hard to hold the camera steady, and even harder when you had to walk into it to get back to the truck.
Just beyond Gold Beach we stopped at an appropriate place for lunch, the beach at Hunter Creek. There, too, the wind beat and drove the ocean onto the rocks and Christine tried to catch the surf at its highest. We enjoyed the scenery as we ate lunch, then continued south stopping at Cape Sebastian, a high promontory with a view of the ocean. The road up entailed a steep climb and hairpin bend. Someone had dared to take their trailer up. I do not think I would have had the courage to try it.
We went on as far as Pilot River where some intrepid souls were out on windsurfers, no doubt enjoying the breeze and the waves. A blimp passed over as we watched, reminding us that the last time we saw it we were several hundred miles south in San Diego.
We turned round there and headed back north. We stopped at a rest area at the south end off Port Olford that we had missed on our way out, then headed for the campground where we enjoyed dinner before settling in to read, play games and sort the photos.
Tomorrow we hope to get the new toilet in the early afternoon and we will see what is entailed whether we pt t in or take it with us and install it at our next stop.