After an hour or so of history lessons he asked me where I was staying that night and invited me to crash in his bunkhouse. In the fading light and misty wet roads, I cruised 20 mi down to Pacific City, picking up a Rogue Dead Guy Ale enroute.
Robin met me and we went inside from the pouring rain into his familie's beachside fishing cottage. I quickly learned that Robin was a US NPS park ranger, currently on sabatical, former WA State Park Ranger as well as US Army Veteran. A dark history of combat and three purple stars still haunt his dreams. As the night grew later and the morning came, I humored his conversation and guitar playing as best I could. It was clear he needed an outlet for his thoughts and an entertaining audience. By 4am I had been awake nearly 22 hrs and had to politely head to the bunk. In the morning he made delciois coffee and gave me half the bag for my travels. I left Pacific City after a hailstorm and spent many hours thinking about fact or fiction in the stories of my new friend.