Verbal snapshots.

The comic industry is discussing moving 'new' comics day to Tuesday -- and mind boggingly, there is some resistance. I can't for the life of me figure out how any retailer could be against moving up one day. It's like these guys live in some alien universe....

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There was a lot of trash on the side of Highway 97 from Chemult to Bend. Never used to see that.

Lots of traffic, too.

Suppose they're connected?

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The motel we stayed in Crescent City is right on the beach. As in, walk out the door ten feet, drop down over a pile of rocks and onto the sand, close. As in, one good tsunami would wipe it out, close.

In exchange, there is no air conditioning, no micro wave, no refrigerator, and it's a bit pricey.

I still think it's worth it...

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We went down to the coast because we needed to transfer title to some property to a niece of Linda's and Lois's.

An acre on Cummin's Road (Linda's maiden name...) of old growth redwood trees. How cool is that? A dense tangle of coastal vegetation.

If anyone wanted to built on it, they'd have to cut down a few trees.

"Maybe we could sell a few of the trees to pay for the development," I said to Linda.

We told the lady who were were doing legal business that, and she just shrugged. "Lots of redwood in Del Norte County," she said, with dry voice. The neighbor also thought it was a crazy question. "Had a tree fall on my property, and I couldn't give it away...of course, it was a cedar...."

I'd do some research, if we were likely to do anything. But we aren't. It's Norma's property, in any case.

But I still like the idea that we have an acre of redwoods in the family....

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So we got the red-tape runaround trying to transfer the property. Finally found a notary public who took pity on us, and took 45 minutes out of her day to write up four legal documents we needed and explained the process.

Even if she wasn't impressed by our being redwood timber barons....

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Crescent City looked a bit better than the last time we were down there. Some of the vacant, torn down lots had been built on.

Still, not a terribly prosperous looking town. It looked like half the people were living on the government dole.

Brookings, on the other hand, had huge mansions up on the hillside. "Tom Hanks lives in one of them," one of the store clerks told us.

Really, Brookings is about as far as you can get from a major city....

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Once again, I was struck by the charnal aspects of beaches. Came across a beautiful looking black bird in the sand that was obviously dying, surrounded by sea gulls.

Vultures of the sea.

It pained me to see it. Came back later in the afternoon and it was dead, and being pecked out by gulls.

I found four complete sand dollars. Four!

I know, my life is unbearably exciting. But I rarely find unbroken sand dollars....