Chapter Nineteen
The flags atop the flag poles that surrounded the parking lot of the Sea lions Preserve were sticking straight out. The breeze had grown stronger on the way here.
It’s a bad omen, but like Bryce said, we’ve survived worse.
Bryce steered the truck into the gravel parking lot. Thick black, rain-filled clouds crowded the horizon. Two gray and white seagulls rode the wind off the cliff overlooking the restless ocean beyond.
A sign stood next to a rusted steel railing where stone steps cut into the rock cliff that led to the caves below. It warned that the Sea lion caves were at the bottom of a steep incline.
The parking lot was filled with motor homes, some the size of people’s houses, and cars stuffed to overflowing with luggage, sleeping bags, coolers and other flot
