WHERE ONLY MAN IS VILE
Ah, the joy of living in rural areas. The latest human nastiness is a woman who, in spelling her name for a newspaper cut line, told me, "It's German. I have to tell people that, because they want to spell it like some Hispanic crap."
BUT -- on the other hand, nature is lovely. After a hard week, we grabbed the first lovely day to take a long walk on the beach and see where the river mouth had opened up a new island, and almost closed the old river, so we could get to the island.
We followed a gray whale down the beach as it fed among the buffelheads, in the deep water off the steep beach, only about 20 feet from us. We listened to a blue heron cuss us out, and viewed harlequin ducks and loons.
