There was a good omen about the game at camp. My tent neighbors were Jude and Val, retirees from Iowa who took a train to Seattle to start their tour there. Jude grew up in South Bend and graduated from Notre Dame. Like Clark Kent in Superman, Val, Jude's husband, stripped off his jacket to reveal a Notre Dame T-shirt and Jude showed off her ND paraphernalia. Am I living in a parallel universe?
Before the game started, I noticed that Debbie had emailed me a gorgeous picture of the avocado dip she made for the usual gathering of dedicated ND Irish fans...minus me and myself. At the bar, I had fish tacos and a cup of the home made chili made by Miller's cook. Both were very good ... recommend a stop here.
Charleston is a small commercial fishing village (tuna, salmon, Dungeness crabbing) with some tourism in the summer. Looked like there were about 60 fishing boats berthed in the harbor. The boats cross the Coos River bar and go out 50 to 100 miles in the ocean to fish.
I will have to take 14 miles of Seven Devils Road out of camp on Sept. 1 to reconnect with 101. More devils to contend with. In my mind, I have renamed the twisty road to Seven Virgins Road.