All of the beach photos for the past two weeks were taken at Clam Beach just north of Eureka, CA. It is a small county operated camp area (really a parking lot) just off of Hwy 101, cheap, no frills and with pit toilets. I can always count on it for a stop over for the night. This fellow pulled in an hour after we were there. He was by himself in a small clean bright red Honda Civic Hatchback with fancy wheels. He just kind of hung around his cement picnic table, standing there, looking off into the distance, much like he was waiting for someone else arrive. He was always drinking something - water, a soda, an energy drink, but never a beer or liquor. After a couple hours of this, he walked off behind us over to another area with a hatchet in his hand. Nothing else, just that hatchet. I thought that strange. There is no firewood to be had. Utterly no reason to carry a hatchet with you. Awhile later I noticed he had returned and continued his lookout, always with that smile on his face, like he's having a simply glorious time. He then began to methodically do something on the table. I got out my binoculars.
If you are unsure as to what he is doing, he is sharpening a machete on a whetstone. Back and forth. Back and forth, stopping only to test the sharpness of the edge with his thumb always with that devilish grin on his face.
After awhile he left for the pit toilet and I just had to check things out more closely. He was from Minnesota and had a couple of fishing poles draped over the passenger seat. Otherwise, nothing else in his car looked unusual. Not once other than taking his hachet for a walk and visiting the foul pit toilets did he leave his area. He slept the night in his car on the driver's side. No one ever showed up to meet him and he left early the next morning.
I had it in mind to write up a funny story about him and all that he did, but in the dark of the recent tragic event in Colorado it just isn't appropriate. Thus I just present the facts here. Strange, a bit odd, maybe even creepy to some, but most likely simply harmless and probably a nice guy, but I wasn't about to go strike up a conversation with him. You just never know these days.