Saturday, April 27, 2013 (Charleston, OR)

Saturday looked like it would be a much nicer day than Friday, the sun was trying its hardest to burn through those clouds. We thought we’d give it some time to burn through so took a trip into town to the local super Wal-Mart and bought a few grocery items. We got back home and put our groceries away and I took Gracie for a quick walk through the park.

I stopped and talked to an elderly gentleman who was sitting outside his rig carving a bird. I told him he reminded me of my Grandpa who used to sit and whittle while waiting for the kids to bring in the berry crates (they owned and operated a berry farm). He had to show me a few of his creations and then his wife came out and joined to conversation. They travel in a small little Winnebago and were part of the group that was in the park this weekend. I love seeing the inside of the different types of RV’s out there and during the course of the conversation I was offered a tour of their rig. It was VERY small, but I could see how if you weren’t living in it full time that it would be very easy to get around in.

After Gracie and I got back from our walk, we rode our bikes into Charleston to check out the oyster feed.

It was a lovely day for a bike ride. We found the oyster feed and got in line which was outside the building by the time we arrived.

We shared a plate of fried oysters with a small shrimp cocktail, yummy. We also got to listen to a local band that was providing the live music.

What a pleasant lunch we had; sunshine, good company, good music and good food.

After listening to the music for awhile, we decided we should give up our spots to others, the line was still outside the door, this must be a popular event. We hopped on our bikes and went exploring some more, we rode down by the docks and looked at the boats,

saw some seals and found the public dock. Boy there are sure a lot more trucks and boat trailers in the parking lot today than there were yesterday. Soon we were headed back home with the thought of a nice stroll on the beach with Gracie.

After our walk, we tried to lie down on a blanket in the sand and read our books, but Gracie wasn’t having any of it. Here was this beautiful beach and she had her ball, how could we just sit there, why weren’t we throwing her ball for her? I don’t think she’d ever get tired of playing fetch. Even people walking by when we were throwing her ball would comment on how much fun it looked like she was having. For such a little dog, she sure can run. So after awhile, we headed back to the rig to get some dinner.

We changed it up a bit this evening and instead of reading, watched a movie and then called it a night. All in all it was a wonderful day on the southern Oregon coast.