Adventures with Luna: Day 69 - Cape Blanco State Park

Parked under many trees, where the warm sun could barely reach me, it was the coldest morning yet and I stayed curled up in my sleeping bags for a long time after I woke up, working up the gumption to climb out in to the cold air. I took advantage of the hot showers at the campsite, made porridge, then headed out for a walk. We walked along the beach in the opposite direction that we had the day before, having the beach almost entirely to ourselves. We dug in the sand and ran side by side in the Pacific, the cold ocean water splashing both of us. As we left the beach, we came across a man cutting drift wood for the campground firewood, he had a Welsh Spaniel off-leash as well which was reassuring as dogs are supposed to be on-leash and Luna certainly was not. Checkout was at 1:00 pm and we arrived back at the car a few minutes late, I think that the only reason I didn’t stay another night was because it is so cold around here at night that I was in a bit of a mindset to hurry through.

We drove North for 2 hours, seeing campsites everywhere. We passed under a few bridges that have many bars over top, poor Luna is terrified of them and crept as close to me as her seatbelt allowed, then leaned her head in to my hand, the final one she was a little calmer about. Half an hour from my destination I came across a sign for Hacenta Beach, which I had heard of, so I turned off and went to the campsite that was 0.2 miles from it. After securing a campsite (Tent site C), I headed to the beach. It was very windy there and when I arrived there were two other dogs off-leash, so I let Luna off to have some fun. We spent around an hour there, walking North along the beach, then sitting and watching the ocean for awhile. Today (March 28th) is 2 years to the day that Kit and Marya, two of my wonderful horses that I grew up with passed away, so I spent some time remembering them as I listened to the waves. Usually with losses, it feels like they were much more recent than they were, but with Kit and Marya it feels longer than 2 years, so many huge changes have happened since then. In that year I lost my Nana, my Grandma, Kit, Marya and Errol all within less than 2 months, then my Dad in October. Until my Dad's death I was able to keep a very positive outlook, I really just wanted to epitomize my incredible Nana, who had once told me "I wake up every day, open my blinds and look outside and I am so happy I could burst!". My Dad was the grand finale of that heart wrenching year and his sudden death was horribly traumatizing and changed me drastically. Through this trip I have been attempting to piece myself back together, come to terms with the damage and move on. This road trip has been essential to my healing process but I do recognize that I must continue to work diligently to let go and live the life I want to live and I feel now that I am prepared to do that. If I actually post this section, I will likely come to regret it as soon as I see that someone has viewed my page, but in some ways I feel it is important to post, to acknowledge the real reason I chose to embark on this journey.