Newport, OR - What Shall I Name This Blog?

Well, first things first: Gary fixed the camera. He clamped the camera to the counter top so it wouldn’t move and then he used a tiny little screwdriver to pry the lens cover up. When he got that pried up and straightened, the little lens thingies worked. Whew. Took him about 45 minutes. What a guy.
Yep, when things break, call the Big Guy, Big Gar.

Manwhile, I’ve been doing my arm and hand exercises. One of them is to manipulate and squeeze these blops of ‘silly putty’ though they are a bit more solid than silly putty. There are 4 colors for the 4 toughness of them. I started with the yellow one in my left hand and the next tough one, red, in my right hand. Now I have moved up to the red one in my left hand and the green one in my right.

Then there’s this cool gadget, to strengthen the wrists. Twist it with your arms straight out from your body. There are other ways to handle it and twist it but I find this does the best. Theraband, Theraputty - I’ve got my instructions. I’m a good patient and I’m working hard. I can even do these in the RV as we’re moving on down the road.

Here’s our campground with the marina in the foreground. Our RV is right in the middle. When we came into the campground, on a Friday, it was packed. I heard that there was a rally in progress but they all moved out on Sunday.

This is a long fishing and clamming pier. We’ve seen both here. Clammers put a huge piece of chicken in their pot, toss it over the side of the pier and wait. We’ve seen people pull up ‘keepable’ Dungeness crabs but we’ve also see people pull up those that are too small. Do they know the difference? Of course, they are given a chart and a measurement device when they rent their pot. But, what a view from the bridge.

There is a ‘walkway’ along both sides of the bridge BUT, note how narrow it is and - there is no curb at all. Dangerous? Possibly but there are lots of people who bike and walk over the bridge. Here’s the view out toward the channel towards the Pacific.

Looks like there’s a carnival this weekend, right when we are getting ready to move on. We can hear the sounds and smell the fry bread a-cookin’.