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| Just Steps to the Beach |
Blessed with an uneventful cruise down the coast and a pleasant stop in Newport for lunch, we arrived at Beachside State Park about 2 P.M. Amazingly, it looked like an Airstream rally. Our neighbors on one side had a model like ours, and right across the road sat a cute 23 footer. We all gave our conspiratorial nods, and one of the neighbors, a chatty Canadian, bent my ear for about a half hour. The weather was blustery enough to blow sand off the beach, but quite warm, so we leaned into the wind and walked the beach for a while. There is something organic about the roar of the ocean, the smell of the salt, the squawking of the birds, and the way the wind forces a person to shoulder into it. After our walk, I managed to skunk the cager to the tune of $165 dollars. If this keeps up, she'll have to take a loan to pay me. We slept well, easing in to the sound of the crashing waves, and when we woke up, the weatherman's promise of rain hadn't materialized so we took advantage of a nearly windless morning to walk up the beach toward Waldport. The tide was coming in so we had to leap over some rivulets in order to keep our feet dry. High tide reminds me of the power of the ocean, but as the morning fog lifted, it was the clouds that made the most dramatic impression. I don't think I could live on the coast because the dampness would soak my spirit, but as an occasional visitor, I'm always awe struck. Mid-morning, we took a little drive to Yachats to buy some fresh clams so we can make Deb Drouins' famous clam boil tonight for dinner. Once again, the weather held and the sun sprinkled its good cheer all around. We will enjoy this spot for two more nights. There is a promise of a storm front approaching, but until then we'll relish the fact that though the weatherman is always right, he is often not on time. Either way, life is good, especially today.
A message from the wait staff at the Newport Cafe.
Dungeness crab salad sandwich on traditional sourdough bread. Yum!
The path right next to our camp site at Beachside.
Boy, that God of ours can certainly paint a scene!
The view from our side window.
The Bunny!
Twenty-five to thirty knot winds, enough to blow sand from the beach.
I couldn't resist another panoramic shot.
Frac as he looked Monday morning before the fog lifted.
The Bunny getting ready to jump some rivulets.
Our tracks.
Birds pecking at the sand for bugs.
Fog lifted, but the wind up enough to force Judy's hood up.
High tide pounding the rocks in Yachats.
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