Bending down for a better look I saw yet another bit of cougar scat. It wasn't fresh but that didn’t keep my head from constantly swiveling as I started up the trail to Scott’s Bluff.
As I was crawling through the rain slick log jam, I thought, “This can’t be the rain I’m feeling, it can’t be raining that hard, the surf must be dumping on the logs”! Well, it was both. And that was in direct competition with all the noise. This time the battle was between the wind in the tree tops and the dumping surf. Was I on Toleak Beach or an alien world.?