Between Indian Beach and Sharon's place is the cute little tourist trap town of Trinidad. We saw the laundromat and a restaurant. There are also the obligatory galleries with lots of cool little knick-knacks. It's not tourist season right now though, and I understand the penalty for shooting one out of season is pretty severe. Maybe I'll come back next summer.

On the right is a picture of Sharon's front yard. The turquoise trailer in the lower left corner of the picture is her and Dave's home. It's a lot bigger than it looks in this picture. In fact, Sharon's trailer is bigger than my house.


Here's the view from the back yard, looking down to the creek. In another direction, behind some cabins, there are more woods. It looks like one could tromp around there for many days without running out of things to see.

One day recently, Sharon and Dave found a little owl on one of their walks, apparently uninjured but definitely unconscious. They carried it to intended help, but before anything could be done for it the little guy woke up, shook himself, and flew off.


If you want to see mushrooms, now is the perfect time to visit Sharon. In a few minutes, within a few yards of the house, I saw half a dozen different fungi. People come to this area from many miles away to go on mushroom tours this time of year.


Sharon didn't think this picture would come out well, but I had hope for it. I showed it to a friend with a really good eye for photography, and she said (without any prompting from me) that it really showed what a great couple Sharon and Dave are. So, in it stays.

Out of sight to the left is the kitchen. Out of sight because I cropped her out is little sister raiding the refrigerator.

Sharon asked me wasn't this the ugliest thing I'd ever seen, and I replied that it looked like a turd with teeth. I must not be the only one who thought so, its name is toothy. They hide it for one another to find at odd moments. The morning I was there, Dave started to pour coffee and stopped to take toothy out of his cup.


This is the living room or the guest room. The sleeping bag is mine, you'll have to bring your own. The cat isn't mine, despite being about the same color as mine. The toolbox at the foot of the bed may not still be there, but it'll be around somewhere if you need any automotive maintenance help.

Dave is real good with and about that sort of thing. While we were standing outside talking, someone walked up and asked if we had jumper cables. Dave produced instead a fully charged car battery, and went off to help the guy with it.

Not pictured are the bathroom (what can I say, it's got a toilet and stuff to read) and the rat infested bedroom. Don't panic, the rats are in a big cage to keep the cat away from them.

After I took the previous picture, the cat hid so I coudn't photograph him again. He moved again when I went to bed, but not far.

For more pictures of Sharon, including her rats, check out Sharon in Eureka. Also on the web, Sharon's home page and Sharon's poetry.