Today's endeavor was my first visit to the Oregon coast, and specifically, Cannon Beach. You might have seen this masterful, roaring, and often gray coastline in such a cult classic like The Goonies -- a personal childhood favorite.
In fact this was the first time my eyes ever lay on this Western ocean. And the verdict: Just as wet and salty as the other oceans. Good.
Unavoidably, the focal point of this natural wonder is the towering Haystack Rock that lay just off the busy shore where there is seemly a hundred or more people enjoying the sunny and spring-like Valentine's Day.
They are walking, running, three-wheel biking, and walking their dogs. Others are simply lounging on a water-proof tarp over the tide-saturated beach.
This is a monument I thought I would never, seriously never, see in person. Luckily I was wrong.
We strolled past several hearts carved out into the sand, and later added one more before we left.
I walk forward, but my eyes are hooked on the ocean waves. It is a brilliant display. I have heard the storms that hit this coast are thunderous and the most amazing of all their kin. I imagine crashing waves and wind blowing so hard that I cannot stand upright on my feet... But I soon come back to feel the sand under my feet and I am pleased to be here.
There is a small stream to cross to get on the beach, but we had to tight rope it across a log first.
Steady feet...
Yes. This is real.
A small stream trickles to meet the shore.
Returning home.
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