Chapter 9
Harry spent the day doing his best to make everything perfect. He took Becky for a drive along the coast. They had a chilly picnic at the stone gazebo perched high on the cliffs above Yachats. They drove up the Alsea River just because Route 34 along the valley was so beautiful in the fall where it wandered through the Siuslaw Forest.
At the Alsea Mercantile, the only real store in the town of a hundred-and-sixty, they worked on naming the twelve-point Roosevelt elk whose head was mounted above the front door along with a display of old saws and rifles. They bought a pint of Tillamook Caramel Toffee Crunch ice cream and wandered up and down the hardware aisles making up purposes for bizarre pipe fittings. He took turns feeding himself and Becky by the spoonful as she still had
