Moods & Views Of the Cape
I left you dangling in the last post with the tease of more sunset pics & glorious vistas (what can I say…it’s just the kind of gal I am), so I figured it was finally time to bring you out of your agony and share the shots. Of course, this being Cape Blanco we’ve been through another 20 weather changes since my last blog making it seem like either a year (or was a moment?) since our last encounter. Time seems to stand still out here and the days blur into a passage of endless moods. Our first week was eerily still (way eerie for anyone who’s spent any length of time here, that is), our week-end was densely foggy (so much so I had one visitor ask me where the lighthouse was only ~100 feet from it’s base!), and now we’re back to the a mix of fog, sun & the blustery wind that Cape Blanco loves so much. She’s like a woman that can never be tamed. At times so serene and mild and then she breaks out in her crazy wind-dance. Whoa, Nelly!
But time has also passed with friends. We’ve had several blog readers stop by to see us at the lighthouse (always a joy) and of course we’ve been hanging with next-door neighbors Technomadia. This has led to several evenings of shared avocado creations and wine intermingled with casual chatting. Mostly our evenings have been very mild, although we did have one incident of an exploding bottle which did rather up the excitement level and cause Taggart to howl and streak like an orange comet into our back room. Thankfully she’s a cat with short-term memory, plus our RV is camouflaged in perfectly wine-colored carpet which renders such incidents mostly harmless (cunning decor, isn’t it?).
The remote and relaxed nature of this spot has also prompted Paul to break out the smoker. Whenever we have vast amounts of nature at our disposal, he becomes inspired to spend all-day fiddling and hanging by the Weber to produce that perfect evening meal. Not that I’m complaining at all…there’s nothing like a fine day spent outside smoking followed by an equally fine evening spent munching the results.
And as for me? Well, believe it or not I was inspired to sponge-wash and wax the rig. I honestly don’t know where these urges come from, and since we’re not actually allowed to hose-wash here it seems a rather crazy idea. However I tend to be a stubborn woman and once I get an idea in my head (as Paul well knows) it’s very hard to stop me. So, several days and much (much) sorer arms later I’m happy to report “the beast” is once again gleaming like a brand new machine. I can now relax in my back yard and see the reflection of the smoker in the panels. Very satisfying indeed.
So that’s about it really. The simple enjoyments of a simple life. More than this, I do not wish.