Tom Week – Fortuna to Coos

8/7/20 – Fortuna

“Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel…”

“I’m not a fatalist, but if I was, what could I do about it?”

We are in Fortuna California, where fate comes to feel the ocean breeze. This weekend there is a heatwave hitting northern California, 100+ in many places, so we fled to the sea. Much cooler here.

We were in this park for one night many years ago. It was the first night that our dog Emily had a doggie-demntia episode. She was up all night insisting she had to go outside. Then when outside she would just walk in circles staring off into space. It was a rough night.

8/8/20 – Lazy Days

No ambition today, though I did eventually get some work done on a couple animations. According to an astrology-aware friend, this a day of energy shifts. I think she’s right.

I’m currently watching the third Jason Bourne movie for the 17th time. It makes me want to reread the books, which have almost nothing to do with the movies, but I like both. Not to mention getting to hear Moby at the end.

8/9/20 – Xaa-wan’-k’wvt Village

No, I’m not having a seizure, that is how it’s spelled on the sign. We’re five miles south of Oregon. There is a gentle breeze off the ocean and the beginnings of a wonderful sunset. This is the kind of park you have to take a chance on. It doesn’t always work out, but mostly it does.

8/10/20 – To Oregon and Back

I rode my bike Oregon today. Yeah, it was only 5 miles, but I did it. Some days Oregon lives up to it’s reputation. The first thing you see as you cross the border is a giant billboard that says, “WEED.”

There are people here to photograph the sunset. Only problem is that the fog is so thick you can see neither the river nor the ocean. They just gave up and are leaving.

8/11/20 – Back at the Mill

We are at the Mill Casino RV park in Coos Bay, OR. We first came here on our first trip to Oregon. We keep coming back because I love saying, “Coos Bay.”

8/12/20 – Unwell

Random illness today. At least I hope it’s just today. No bike ride. Lots of napping.


Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.