I love asking kids what they want to be when they grow up because I'm still looking for ideas.

We got up this morning to the kind of weather that prompted us to forsake tent camping and build the teardrop. Typical Oregon coast weather - something between a heavy mist and a light drizzle, just enough to have everything wet and getting wetter. So we drove 6 miles into the wide spot in the rode known as Charleston and had breakfast at Nonnies Breakfast Barn. Oh my!

My only disappointment is that the pic I took on my cell phone won't email for some reason. I wanted to show the inside of this place. It's a total throwback to the late 50's or early 60's, not because they've tried to recreate that era but because that's what it's always been. Doesn't look tired or worn, just authentic. A counter with eight stools that would bring $100 a piece in an upscale architectural salvage store,  about the same number of booths with vinyl seats and wood backs, and three small tables. And the food! I had two eggs, hash browns, homemade sourdough toast and two slices of home cured BACON. It may be the best bacon I've ever tasted. The kitchen was visible through the opening behind the counter and the two cooks were working their tails off, as were the guy & gal working the room. Outstanding; one of those finds we'll recall years from now, and go back to if we're in the area again.

From there back to our campsite where I did some work on a presentation I'll use in my adult class for the next lesson series and Pam read on her Kindle. This done inside the car because the moisture was still falling. (The teardrop is not set up for lounging.)

About 9:00 we headed up the coast, stopping at one of the dozen lighthouses along the Oregon coast. We didn't take the time for the tour; the book said this one is almost identical to the Heceta Head lighthouse and we toured that one a couple of years ago. But they're interesting to look at.

Then into Florence for some lunch and strolling the tourist shops in the "old town" area. We have an arrangement: Pam goes in the shops she wants to see (all) and I go in the shops that interest me (none). It works out great; most of the shops have benches out front for husbands. And this time she only came out with something twice, and one of those was at the kitchen shop, an automatic.

My head is full of stuff to write about but it's going to have to wait until I have more leisurely access to the internet. We're in a coffee shop that closes in an hour and I have some online tasks to get done, including entering again on the final day of the contest to win tickets to the Pebble Beach Concours de' Elegance.