Ferndale

    

Since I took no photos of the Ferndale expedition I offer these shots of the dog pavilion

circle is J.

     Went to Ferndale for to get a handle on the state of the silver van house batteries ( not the starter battery, the lithium bats that provide power to the fridge, water pump, heater, etc., in the living part of the vehicle). Our guy up there is a certified tech for the Victron company, but more importantly he is a member of a unique and esoteric household that revolves around a mysterious person who the people there refer to as the Boss or Brad. The beach house which is also the business location is stuffed with artifacts of the adventures of Brad such as grizzly bear and zebra skins, and many strange and arresting items from around the world as well as lots of cardboard boxes. The Victron tech, let's call him J. is always personable and keen to problem solve for us and he helpfully offers a constant running commentary of his thinking as he goes about his investigations hour after hour in the chill ocean air. There was also a guy living in a camper in the driveway who demoed his miniature trebuchet. Both J and the driveway guy are obsessed with the logs that the ocean deposits in the front yard. J described lassoing the logs as they rose up on an incoming wave and quickly tying them off before they are sucked back out to sea. When J comes back from visiting his mother's place on the Costa Rican coast I will go again for a second go at understanding the electrical system in our rv. I have given up trying to grasp the the system of the household/business.

    Hit the Bellingham Costco for some hot smoked salmon and best buy for some coaxial cable couplers so S can hook up our fancy new modem/router in the van giving us hopefully a powerful data signal while in the wilderness.

When I go again to Ferndale I have a desire to get a Victron cap like J.'s.