We got up late and decided to take a look at the lighthouse at Bullard Beach before we left. It’s really kinda neat. It no longer functions (I think there is only something like one functioning manned lighthouse in these days of technology) but they have it all restored. It really is the perfect storybook lighthouse.
We stopped just north of the California border to have a bite to eat, and while we were dining it dumped rain. I haven’t seen rain like that in many, many moons. And it brought lightning with it, too.
After crossing into California, it was a relatively uneventful drive to the Prairie Creek campground, where we were informed by the ranger that we need to secure all of our scented items into the bear box located at the campsite. "Bear box" was all we heard. We tried to camp there, really we did. It was dumping rain and for goodness sake we had a bear box at our campsite!! What the heck, man?? We pretended to make camp in the van and there were a bunch of nervous chuckles exchanged about what we were going to do when the bear climbed into the van to find the scented toothpaste. Then we gave up and decided to drive around.
You would not believe what we found on the way into town to grab dinner. Sure enough, it was a cabin!! Took us about 20 seconds to vote on that one and secure a room. We made a quick trip back to the bear-infested campsite to get our lotions and soaps, and spent the rest of the night relaxing in a full-fledged house with moose (meese? mice?) hanging out in the back yard. We left the bears alone for their all-they-could-eat buffet.
Thanks to my dear friend, Beth, I must clarify the above info. The critter in the picture and the critter described are not the same, although somewhat similar if you stand way far back and squint. They were obviously not meese, but elk. Obviously. (sheesh) (and Beth, glad I could provide entertainment for you ;o) )
We had a wonderful night. Inside.
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