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| Shipwrecks line this coast |
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| Kim on the best day |
The storms come in from the misnamed Pacific this time of year and the rock croppings both Goonie familiar and foreboding require a fireplace or some other homey warmth to calm the nerves and relax the spirit. So while good meals were had at the Bandon Dunes Golf Resort and the Wheelhouse and the Lord
Somebody and Allora and there were vast furious views and even the dungeoness crab cakes at the airport's
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| Patrick's 6th jump |
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| man and dog on a hill |
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| minute's masonic view |
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| cups like Keene's pipes |
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| Minute Cafe |
Yankee Pier were perfect...yet...nevertheless the Minute cafe was the needful thing to give safe haven from the something wicked my way coming...Their oatmeal! Their cups on the wall! Their biscuit and cheesy omelet and my JR. Just a day before Valentines the occasion warmed hearts and Kim and Patrick had the same impact. Back in 1937 most of the town burned when fire caught the very spiky prickly oil filled Gorse plants, but the town is back...a little scary but quite wonderfully filled with Manuel and Don and Maurice and Bob and Misty and Penny and 25 other people who represented a community well...which i will tell you about after a minute or two. .. or 3.
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