Yes, the Cape Blanco Light is mostly white.
Once again, on a grassy knoll, we find another secret government installation. From the obvious evidence around the site, we conclude this is the final proving ground for the military's top-secret radio-controlled sand dune project, code-named "Shifty".
Waiting for my hero.
The Path Lawns today lead to yet another secret beach. We sense Shifty's presence.
The flotsam of the day. The fine print on that bottle reads "chlorodiflouromethane". Cool.
Guardian of the shifty sands.
The local cormorant population also stands watch for Project Shifty- they are well compensated, driving home a deal with the Feds that includes a clause for all the fish you can eat, fresh daily from the boats at the Port Orford docks.
Project Shifty's culmination - radio-controlled quicksand. Wendy sank in up to her knees before escaping. I readied my statement for the local police, knowing I'd need more than my usual proof of government conspiracy.
Radio-controlled quicksand on the move.
Having escaped Project Shifty, Wendy stops to ponder the unponderable.
The picnic table at the end of the universe.
Just past the end of the universe is the trail back to our truck.
The bench near the end of the universe offers respite for weary souls.
Our new photographic category: mushroom of the day.
The view from our front porch.
Sunsets around here are eerie.
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