Coast and strange people

Once we reached Prospect, Oregon we had cell service and were able to reach sme relatives in Brookings. We also stopped for breakfast, but as it was lunch time we had to convince the chef to make breakfast for. This was at the Prospect Grill and Trophy Room. The prices were a little on the high side, and the coffee blah, but the portions were twice what they should have been and the food was incredible. This was the best damn french toast I had ever had.

With a full belly we passed through Grants Pass and the boring ride past Cave Junction onto 199 into California. The bug patrol waved us past. 199 is a great road but it has lots of traffic. Fortunately drivers here are very courteous and pull off the road to let us pass. There is none of ego we see in Minnesota, or the "I have to be in front" or "I will enforce what I think is safe" which is so prevalent in the midwest. I had forgotten how nice drivers are here.

We stopped at a rest stop and watched the strange people around us. Homeless, yuppies, rednecks. We must be in California!

As the road approached the coast the heat dissipated but it remained clear. The short ride up to Brookings brought with it more traffic, but also wonderful hospitality from our hosts. We had a nice evening of chatting and homebrew.

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