Every year, the Greater Bandon Leatherneck Flying Turtle comes ashore here to lay her eggs. A master of disguise, the mother turtle assumes a number of clever identities to shield herself from predators. Here, we can see the pit she has dug for her eggs, and the amazing denim-like mucus she has used for her disguise.
In case you actually could park your RV here, forget it.
Crab fisherman. Foghorn.
My family, doing what they do do best.
There's a space for everyone at the Bandon Jetty.
Bandon wishes you an extra ordinary haunted season.
maybe next time......
Today's rest spot in the shade.
The Toad n' Hare - no it's not a pub.
This one almost went to the recycle bin - until I realized it had a detached, banal, odd, Jeff Wallish kind of feel.
Bandon being Bandon.
Russ carefully prepping Emma's very complicated meals - she's eatinghuman grade these days - her campaign for real food has finally worked.
Late afternoon at the Beach House.
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