NO BULL

We drove south today along the beach to Waldport, stopping at garage sales along the way.  One sale was up the Beaver Creek.  Every little creek that runs from the mountains to the ocean produces a very nice lush little valley.  For some reason people like to settle in these quiet little valleys.  They find reasons to do this like having a little farm.  On the flat spots they make pastures.  The Elk seem to like these lush green grassy spots with woods right next door to hide in.  So the people share their little paradises with the Elk, and the Black Bears, and the Cougars (mountain lions).  We got to see a herd of Elk cows, and some of the people, but we didn't buy anything.