The sign appeared just like any other, but due to Smith The Cat's role in my life, it held greater significance.
At the end of the street is a small parking lot with some steep, concrete steps to the beach. I fortified with some lunch, tucked the bottle of nitro into my breast pocket, overalls are so cool, and sallied.
It was bracing!...much nicer than the 103 someone said it reached in Grants Pass a ways inland.
Sloshing Waves & Wind
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