Thursday, August 29, 2013

Waldo Lake Summer Fun

Waldo Lake Summer Fun

There are some weekends when you just have to take off of work a little early and take your best friend and partner to the clearest lake in the world. And this is the story of one of those weekends.

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One of the cool by products of vulcanization (not the rubber making) is the creation of lots of places that water just naturally wants to pool. We have already visited Hosmer and Sparks but we have not yet visited Waldo Lake (hell, I think we did Waldo last year, but NOT with a partner. Well, not with a girl partner. Things get so complex). Waldo is the second largest lake in Oregon (next to Crater) and has a water story similar to Crater lake. The Story is: There is no major in flow stream or river source. All of the water seeps in through the volcanic soil and so it doesn't have a lot of dirt or debris in it. It is crystal clear. So clean and clear that fish can't live in it (hey, there are trout in Crater lake). In an effort to keep Waldo pristine, gas powered engines are prohibited. So you can use Electric, you can use wind, and you can use muscle. As such, Waldo is a favorite for Kayakers. Hell, it seems like every other car on the way up and back had at least 2 kayaks loaded on the top. So many Subarus !!

On this particular trip, my partner and I are traveling as official members of OOPS. The Oregon Ocean Paddling Society. More on them later. For now, suffice it to say that getting reservations at the one of the national park campsites in the summer is pretty hard and it was wonderful to be able to rely on the organizational skills of the OOPS club. I hope you guys liked the spaghetti !!

My partner and I arrived after a very quick transit from the Portland area at around 5:00 (just 3 hours of driving). You must head south from Portland, make a left with the Willamette (right after Eugene) and follow the Willamette highway pretty much due East until you hit Waldo. Well, first you hit the thriving metropolis of Oakridge, be sure to check out the General Store and the Plutonium Discount Market. I got 3 grams of refined Plutonium for only $5,000,000 !!! Cheap !! (dear NSA, this is a joke centered around the coincidence of the name of the town and the name of the WWII secret Nuke base. You would have got the joke if you weren't off-shoring your intelligence translation to foreign call centers).
Oh, and Oakridge is your last chance for Diet Dr Pepper and Gasoline. So fuel up.

As a travel advisory, at the time of this writing, the highway tunnel just 20 miles east of Oakridge (and 4 miles short of Waldo Lake turn-off) is under construction. It is closed nights during the week and has only one lane of traffic (i.e. a flagger) during all other hours. So..... some delays. Unless you have our luck, then you just slow a little and drive right through. Sweet.

This year the OOPS gang had reservations on the South side of the lake in Shadow Bay. The camp sites there are very nice, though rustic. So very nice trees, and decent vault style toilets, but no hot water or electricity. Bring plenty of propane and batteries. And paper towels.

But Don't bring any Firewood. Why? Because there is a big push in Oregon (and perhaps the entire fraking world) to Burn Local. Don't import fire wood, because that is a disease and insect vector. Why do you think they chopped down that tree? Because it was dead !! And why was it dead? Because it had a disease or a bunch of tree eater bugs. And where are those diseases and bugs? In the Wood !! And what happens when you Burn that wood? The disease and bugs are ALL KILLED. Hmmm. Wait. No..... They RUN OUT INTO THE FOREST !! yeah, that's the ticket.

Anyway, firewood is $5 a bundle at the camp host place. Just like it is at Fred Meyer in Portland, so why not?

A lot of the OOPS people arrived on Thursday. So they had all been out doing major paddles all day and were just starting to wander in, many wearing their emersion gear and looking tiredly happy. We said hello to those we know (well, my partner knows them from her trip to Mayne island. Did you know, she is writing a guest blog about that trip. Should appear right here on these very pages just a few weeks after she gets back(that was humor) (update: Mayne Island trip)  )  and then wandered around looking for a open campsite. We actually were looking for an open tent setting up place, because all of the campsites had at least one group in them to hold the area. We found a very nice and secluded place back in the back of the loop. Far away from any other tents. This is good because we are a very newly minted partnership and often stay up to late hours laughing and playing cribbage.

Hard at work setting up camp

So what kind of camping/sleeping devices do you use? I have been looking for the right sorts of bedding for like a year now. I had settled on a nice queen size Areo-bed. They are very comfortable and, if you carry a 120 volt AC source (which I do) very easy to inflate. But I have learned the hard way (and continue to learn, evidently) that they have a insulation rating of 0. Which means thermally, they are just like sleeping on the ground. Which can be cold. They are pretty much death in the winter, unless you put other pads on top of them. This trip I thought would be warm, but damn if I didn't underestimate what the temperature drop would be at 5000 feet in the Cascades in August. We got a bit cold the first night.

Friday evening, the OOPS people had a get together to talk about the paddles of the day and to describe the trips that were coming up for Saturday. OOPS is very organized. They have a bunch of group paddles, of various difficulty and distance ratings, planned for throughout the day. My partner and I picked the half day paddle to Rhododendron Island. Mainly because it was starting at 10:30, which was later than any other planned trip and we wanted to enjoy the morning. I went over to talk to the guy that was leading it. There is this Dam thing someplace on the lake which has to do with some strange plan to drain the lake and I wanted to see it and read the sign. He told me (in a deep melodious voice) that we were going to stop there. But there was no hurry. OK. Sounds like the trip for me.

And we went back to our campsite to cook our stew. And the sun started to set. And the Mosquitos came out. Oh Mammy, save your baby. I guess a couple of weeks ago the mosquitos were really bad. This weekend, they were mainly a benign nuisance . They buzzed and flew all around, and tried to eat you, but they were pretty slow and easily shooed or smashed. And once the sun went down, and it started getting cold, they were gone. Snow Mosquitos. They tolerate the cold so well you can even find them out on top of the snow during the day. But they can only be active when it is warm enough for their cold blooded biology to operate. And, like other mosquitos, they don't like the light, so they need warm darkness. At Waldo lake that means just at sunset and sunrise.

This keeps away Mosquitos. The Smokey Fire, not the singing

The OOPS experience is pretty casual around the campfire. We had someone wander in to our campsite with a box of wine to share and she sat and enjoyed our fire and conversation. OOPS is an interesting organization. Seems to be made mainly of older professionals. Lots of Doctors, Lawyers, Mental Health Professionals, and Intel Engineers. People out to have good safe but serious adventure. Very organized. Very friendly. Sometimes political. The political aspect of this weekend was this new idea that was being pushed through that everyone that goes out on an OOPS trip should have some minimum amount of safety training. To wit: each person should be certified as able to wet-exit their boat and then be able to assist in their rescue (i.e. get back into their boat if someone was holding it). On the one hand, it sound pretty reasonable. Just show you won't die. Right? But on the other hand, many people go kayaking for years and NEVER flip their boat over. Why should I prove that I can do it to some guy that decided he is authorized to certify me. I mean, I took the safety course from the store where one of the certifiers works, isn't that good enough? This is how I imagine the arguments were running. Personally, I love doing rescue drills, if someone wants to come out and watch, and thereby make me and my friends safer and wiser, I am good with that. In this case, the guy that certified me and my partner had some particularly insightful comments. Hey Free Lesson !! (well, sort of).

We got up with the sun (and the mosquitos) and had some breakfast. Blueberries are still in season and we have been gorging on them the last few weeks. Yogurt and Blueberries and Granola. Yum. Then we loaded our gear into our kayaks and strapped them to their wheels and rolled them down the road to the beach where we met up with the rest of our paddle trip. All told, there were six of us. A perfect size for leisurely little trip around the south end of the lake.

I almost didn't get to go. I have been having a hell of a time with the stern hatch cover on Journey and this morning I just couldn't get the damn thing to go on. It took like 10 minutes and no one had any good ideas on how to make it work right. But we did finally get going. And that was good, because that is when I really got to see the lake. Oh my.

This lake re-defines Blue. I mean, forget what you have ever seen. Paul Newman's eyes have nothing on this lake. So Blue. So Deep. I guess this is the color when you have a few hundred feet of really clear water. Wow. It would have been nice if the water had been completely calm, we would have had a wonderful mirror effect. But what we had was a pretty good wind out of the south west and a 6 inches to a foot of chop pushing us around and breaking over our bows. Kept threatening to get my camera wet when I stopped and took it out of it's dry box (note: Foreshadowing).

Waldo lake has a very dynamic bottom shape. Where we launched, it was very shallow. A couple of feet deep out for like 100 feet off shore. Then we ran into some very deep water (at least very deep blue) and then out in the middle it shoaled again and there were rocks just below the surface (I really should have gotten out and stood up. But I wasn't sure it would be funny enough to risk the waves). Then there are other places where it is very deep right up close to shore. Off in the distance, looking east, you can see the Sisters and a big dead grey area that is what is left after a big burn like a decade ago. When you look on Google Earth, the dead area looks like it may be a lava flow. You can even see places where it looks like a liquid flow type pattern. But I guess that liquid flow was Fire.

The Burn. And a Tree.

When we got up to the west side the coastline blocked the wind and the lake quickly took on a wonderful quiet aspect. Up on the shore, in a few places, we could see canoes, kayaks, and tents, where people had paddled around and set up camp. There are something like 50 primitive campsites set up around the lake perimeter. They have picnic tables and perhaps fire rings and you can't get a reservation for them. You need to paddle (or hike) around the lake until you find an empty camp that you like, and then go for it. Paddle or Hike; there is a trail that goes around the lake. Maybe 20 miles? But there is no road on the North, West, or South sides of the like. Just one that runs up the East side. But the camping looks to be incredible.


We turned the corner on another point, working our way North, and there we found our midway destination; Rhododendron Island. This is the only really big (has a nice stand of trees) island on this end of the lake. There are 2 developed campsites on the island (nice picnic tables) but camping is no longer allowed out there. It was just too nice a place and got over camped. The 6 of us stopped for a look see on the protected sandy beach on the South West side. Walking toward the trees on the north end we encountered a little stand of blueberry surrounded by nice plump mountain huckleberry. The huckleberries were huge and purple, not the little red ones you get down in the coast range. 

Rhododendron Island

While we were hanging around, resting, and enjoying the sun, another group of kayaks joined us. At first I thought it was another of the OOPS trips that was circumnavigating the lake (counter clockwise) but when they got within 100 yards I could tell it couldn't be our club, no grey hair. It turned out to be 10 or so freshmen enrolled at Lewis and Clark (my Partner's Alma Mater) out on a Freshmen orientation trip. Freshmen Orientation Trip? At MIT all we got was some Senior showing us where the Student Center was and advising us to get over to our temporary dorm and get a room. Not a week of kayak camping in one of the most glorious spots on the planet. Makes me want to go back to school. Except, of course, I couldn't afford it.

Onward. We are now heading around the south end of the lake counter clockwise. The wind is whipping up again, so we hug the coast until we get to a very pleasant little bay. It has a rock beach, but we know how to get out of our kayaks in the shallow water. There is a large flat natural log bench on the beach and we sit in the sun and enjoy our lunches.


My partner has been bugging me (hell, everybody) for the last hour about wanting to get wet. She just wants to go for a swim, to flip her kayak, to have some fun, to GET WET. She is always wanting to be getting out of her boat. She can't stand it anymore and strips down to her suit and goes into the lake. I am much too much of a coward not to join her. We swim out to some local rocks and in general have a good time in the chill (but not too cold) water. Then, since we were already wet, we grabbed the kayaks and she practiced her roll and we both did some bow rescues. You know a bow rescue? This is where you flip over upside down (yes, on purpose) but you stay in your boat (upside down). Your boat won't flood because you are wearing a skirt that seals around your body and around the cowling on your boat. You then lean forward and bang on the bottom of your boat (which is sticking up in the air) and wave your hands in a search pattern hoping against hope that your partner will ram her bow into your boat (and your waving hands) before you run out of air. Such Fun. Oh yes, once you grag the bow, you use that to easily haul yourself upright. Easy Peasy.

Mermaid Attack !!

When the rest of the gang joined us we paddle further south until we come to this very interesting (and perhaps unique) lake feature. There is a man-made and man-plugged tunnel sticking up out of the rock. It has 5 or 6 control handles on it and was clearly made to let water into,....... something... there in the side of the moutain. Turns out it was a strange plan in the early 1900's to use the lake water to run a hydro-electric plant and to provide water for irrigation to the Willamette valley. These engineers drilled a tunnel through a few hundred meters of rock to a little creek on the other side of the hill. They were all poised and ready to go but they couldn't get the funding they needed to complete the project (presumably to install the turbines). Why? Because electricity just wasn't in that high a demand and because the farmers were afraid of getting addicted to someone elses water. So the project was never finished and the forest service eventually cancelled the license and took over the tunnel and sealed it up. Damn good thing too, since someone did the calculations and figured that in one year the tunnel would have lowered the lake by 25 feet and that it would have taken 10 years to fill back up. Just as a reference, 25 feet would have put the tunnel above the level of the lake. So that would have been that.

This next section of the lake was the bluest yet. Such an amazing color. Our group lead said that this was the deepest section of the lake. Wow. Go there. See Blue.

Our next (and last) rest stop was at south beach. A low lying area at the south end that must be down wind most of the time since there was a lot of scum built up right at the edge of the sand. This is where the certifier caught up with us and my partner and I convinced him to take us out to deep enough water and let us do our OOPS certification. Just show him that you can exit your boat with and without the crap strap and assist in your own rescue (which means don't drown while your boat is emptied and then crawl back in whilst your partner holds the things still).

The last picture my camera ever took.

I went first. Why the hell not. Flip right over. Grap the strap. Pop out the other side. Don't bother emptying the boat this time, since I am just going to flip again. So get back in. Roll back over. This time don't use the strap. Just grab the.... well grab the side... grab it and. Crap.... where the frak is the the..... ah....and come rolling out. I guess this is why we practice. Hey. I need a picture of this. I flip my boat back up upright while floating in the water reach up to grab my waterproof case that contains my good camera. My partner will take my picture !! Just hand her my waterproof case that contains.... nothing. It is empty. Where is my........... FRAK FRAK FRAK, my not a bit waterproof camera is in my PFD pocket. And completely swamped. And ruined. Sigh.
This was by far the most expensive kayaking lesson I ever had.
But we finished up. My partner did her dumping (she had my waterproof camera in her pocket) and I rescued her and since the wind was blowing and we are both really wet and tired, and now very cold, we head back for the launch site.

This entry is getting much too long.


The End.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Kelly Point Park - Kayak

Kelly Point Park

One of the things I love about Portland, besides the incredibly beautiful, intelligent, and complex women that kayak here, is the many and assorted parks where one can easily put into a big river for a little weekend adventure.

This weekend, my partner and I (she being one of before mentioned beautiful, intelligent and complex kayakers) went out to give Kelly Point Park a try.

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Kelly Point is the peninsula that is defined by the confluence of the Willamette and Columbia rivers. The point itself is only reachable by foot, but there is a little kayak accessible boat ramp on the Columbia Slough about a half mile away from the actual point. Limited parking here, but there were still a few spots left when we got there. My Partner and I put in here and paddled out with the out going tide into the main channel of the Willamette. This is down near the working end of the river. Lots of big ocean going vessels coming up and down the Columbia. BIG ships.

Right at the entrance to the slough, there is a large grain elevator complex and a conveyor belt system that was running filling up a ship with what I assume was wheat. Oregon ships a lot of wheat to the far east to make various pastries. Like 90% of Oregon wheat is shipped to Japan. It is a big deal here. Which is why it was such a big deal when they found some Monsanto GMO wheat in a field in Oregon. How did it get there? Japan doesn't want it. They won't buy it. They put a hold on their shipments. That is going to be costing Oregon farmers money. Monsanto, on the other hand, claims that they own all of the GMO stuff. Hell, if their pollen gets into your field and your crops then have GMO seeds, Monsanto will sue you for planting them. They OWN IT. Well, in my opinion, if they own all of the upside of their patent GMO, then they own the downside also. They should be paying Oregon farmers for all of the lost value in this whole deal. You know I am right.

The name of the company shipping out the (OK, what I assume was wheat) was OGI. Let's look it up.
OGI: Ok, that didn't work. Have to look at the picture and figure out what it is. Hmm. Hey, it is CGI. Columbia Grain International !!
And look at the map, right next to the machines loading the wheat is this Huge oval of train cars (I marked it for you). Like 3 rows deep going round and round. Hundreds of grain cars lined up bringing in grain to go into the elevator and out in the ships.

And once we paddled around the corner into the Columbia (a little bumpy and eddyline-y out there at the confluence) we could see a bunch more large vessels up the Columbia and the side channel. And behind us came this really big blue ship which I am pretty sure was a roll-on roll-off car carrier. More pictures for you.

We had brought a picnic lunch, and the beach right there on the point was very sandy and enticing, so we just pulled up on shore and layed down and enjoyed the day. The sun was threatening to come out, but that didn't stop us from enjoying ourselves.

See the Sandy Beach?

Oh our way back to the car the outgoing tide was really moving and it made a pretty good (perhaps 1 knot) current in the Slough. The slough doesn't really go anywhere except into Portland. From the maps it looks like you can get pretty far into the city. Probably have to paddle under the highway or something. Probably a fence that keeps you from doing that, it would be too cool otherwise.

Short blog this week. But it was a short trip.

Paddling back up the Slough

Monday, August 12, 2013

Gearhart Beach

Gearhart Beach

Let's say that you are broiling in the summer heat in Portland Oregon, in the height of the very wonderful Oregon Summer (last 2 weeks of July, first 2 weeks of August) and you decide that you need an emergency escape to the beach. It is 90 degree's in Portland. You air conditioners have been going continuously for 2 weeks. What is the first thing you should pack?

  1. Bathing suit
  2. Sun Screen
  3. Mid-Weight Fleece.

If you picked #3, you are a Winner !!!

View Gearhart by the sea in a larger map

It pretty much doesn't matter how hot it is in Portland, when you cross over the crest of the Tillamook coast range, you will hit the clouds and the perpetual fog and the temperature will drop. Isn't that what you wanted? You were hot and miserable and you haven't had a chance to wear your colorful and very attractive winter fleeces in weeks !! And if you are really lucky, you will get a chance to break out the gortex and take a nice rainy walk on the beach. Such bliss.

There are a lot of great camp sites on the beach. If you are interested in some camping blogs, try here cause this weekend we are staying in the upscale condo's of Gearhart by the Sea. That entire thing is the title. And don't try to ask Siri where it is, because if you say “Locate Gearhart by the Sea” she will say, “Sorry, Jon, but I can't find things that are close to landmarks”.

Can't find things close to landmarks? Everything is close to some landmark, what the hell does that mean? How does she know my name?

From Condo, Looking East (see Saddle Mt?)
From Condo looking West. (see Ocean?)

Car On Beach !!

Anyway, Gearhart by the Sea is a set of condos across the street from a McMenamin's pub (I know, what isn't?) and is a 5 story building with very nice 1 and 2 (perhaps 3?) bedroom units. These are privately owned units, so they are furnished in different styles. They each have a nice balcony, a kitchen, and ours had a wood burning stove. It was very nice. Check out the website before you rent, however, make sure you have the view you want. My partner has experience with this place so we had a VERY nice view. Such lovely fog.

Tsunami !!

Hint #1 for a successful Beach Vacation: If you bring a couple of your newly adult type offspring with you on one of these trips and you look out the window at the fog and say, “My God, this is exactly what it looks like when there is a giant Tsunami coming to wipe you out” and have said young adults run over and look out at the fog, they will not be amused. I should have sold them when they turned 6 and didn't believe I had their noses.

There are a number of things to do on the Oregon shore. We are staying in the general seaside area because there are plenty of things for people of all ages to do. There are shops and stores and malls and restaurants and boardwalks and arcades. Oh, and there is this ocean thing.... or rather this place where the salty wet stuff hits the shore... with like, finely ground up little pieces of stone all over it. It is SO COOL !! You can walk on it and lay on it and leave foot prints in it and build castles with it !! What a GREAT idea.

First.... Adventure....
My Partner really wanted to go in the water. She claims that she just can't get enough of boogie boarding. She says she gets tired, and perhaps hypothermic, but she has “had enough”. I say “sure”. But oh, she says, the water is really really cold and I don't have to go and she likes to go until she is numb and blue and it is OK if I just watch from the shore. Not completely sure what she is thinking, but there is no way I am going to let my partner go do something that she “can't get enough of” without me there, freezing my ass off with her. It just isn't in my nature. Besides, I look marvelous in Neoprene.

So we suited up and went into the rather low (but still cold) surf and had our adult offspring stand in the sand and take pictures of us. They did a good job as photographers and we old fogies had a fun time in the surf making our lips turn blue. Actually, it wasn't all that cold. I was only starting to get that burning sensation across my chest when we called it quits and walked the quarter mile back up the road to HOT TUB. Oh, yeah, make sure you get a place with a hot tub.



Also, make sure you check out the surf conditions before you head out. People drown every year out on the Oregon Coast because they underestimate the waves, or get caught in a rip tide and go hypothermic before they can get back to the shore. Today was very very moderate, and I still had an unexpected wave break on my head and knock me down in the hard sand. Hint #2: It does help a little when you finally break the surface to shake your fist at the ocean and yell, “You won't beat me, you fucker”. Make sure you partner is clear about what you were yelling at, once she stops laughing.

For an easy adventure for the less freezing water inclined, I recommend a side trip into downtown Seaside. I have driven past this place like 4 times and never knew it was there. The main drag (route 101) just doesn't go through the town (probably because of the big headland right there) so you have to take a turn toward the beach and cross Necanicum (pronounced Necanicum) river to get to the run part of town. What I might be tempted to call the boardwalk, though it is really still the street. There you will find all the little shops and pubs and restaurants and tattoo parlors that you little heart could desire. Some things:
  1. A carousel for the kiddies. Lots of fun stores around it.
  2. Oh, a hat store !! I like hats ! One of our young adults got a very becoming red number there. I like red hats.
  3. A 50's style soda fountain, with over 50 kinds of soda. 10 that they make themselves !! Have a root beer float !!
  4. Ice cream Parlor with handmade ice cream. They only take cash!! That is the green stuff with pictures of old men on it.
  5. A penny arcade. That doesn't take pennies!! Or any cash. All of the games play off of these credit cards that you load up and then play. When you leave, give your not quite empty card to some young mom trying to keep her child amused. A cheap random act of kindness.
  6. Doogers. A fun restaurant with very good seafood. I had the seafood sampler because I couldn't make up my mind. My partner got the fillet wrapped in bacon. Dangit, I should have gotten that.
  7. The oriental store. They have samurai swords. And jade Buddha.
  8. Did I already mention the Arcade? I forgot to mention DDR. Now I know you are thinking “What does Double Data Rate Dynamic memory have to do with a trip to the Oregon Coast? This is very entriguing. Must explore this more. Perhaps he will explain the the mystery of CLK to CTL training and DQ DQS timing”. Well, Sorry, but what I am talking about is Dance Dance Revolution. The exciting and sliming skill and anime based game that is taking the the country by storm.... about 5 years ago. I was lucky enough to watch 2 sets of DDR players On the Pad. The first set were DDR NEO types and there were 4 girls doing the same pad (A front girl, a left girl, a right girl, and a back girl). But after they were done one of our newly minted adults got on the game grid and showed everyone HOW IT WAS DONE. She was something of a DDR Goddess. I don't think I could ever do it, but she did show me why many people think it is so much fun.
  9. There was this one store that my partner really wanted to go to and it was closed. But I am assured that it was wonderful and had lots of wonderful stuff. I saw very pretty knives and jewelry and brass kaleidoscopes. I am sure I could have spent money there if only it had been open. I tried to look up the name of the place, but can you believe that google maps drive by hasn't mapped the roads in seaside yet? So strange.
  10. Peddle cars. Rent one. See God.

Hat Store
My Secret is out

Another cool thing about this beach is that right at Gearhart, you can access the beach in your car (your 4 wheel drive road-legal vehicle) and DRIVE ON THE BEACH !!. LEGALLY !!! How cool is that. People just take a bunch of wood and drive down the beach till they are alone and light a fire and enjoy the evening. Watch the tide. This may be why this is the only stretch of Oregon beach that I have ever seen that has no drift wood on it. I am assuming that all of the drift wood has been cut up and hauled off in the cars that are legally driving on the beach. We ourselves drove onto the beach at Gearhart and then got off again several miles down the way near some golf course and country club. But I guess you can drive north almost to the Columbia River.

Out driving on the beach

The other thing you do on this beach is to walk along it as the tide recedes and look for sand dollars. The stuff store in Seaside sells sand dollars for $1.25 a piece (that Is a 25 cent profit). So just image how much you can make picking up sand dollars for FREE just sitting there in the ocean. We got 10's of them!! There were also lots and lots of dead crabs. We didn't pick those up. Perhaps if dead crabs were called sand diamonds the beach would be cleaner.

A Sand 75 Cent piece.

Oh, someone DOES pick up the dead crabs.

We had a little sun, A little rain, A glorious Orange Sunset, and some good sand walking. Life is good.

On our way home we stopped in Cannon Beach. I have been in Cannon Beach for lunch coming back from a hike or something, but have never taken the time to visit the many art galleries there. We took said time today and were very impressed. My son and I like to go to art museums. We have been to them in Portland, Tokyo, San Francisco, and Charleston. We sort of like the Cannon Beach art galleries better than those other places. The art was fun and pretty and much of it was even affordable. And they could put out only good stuff and not have to include a room from the artists “BLUE” phase where he only painted blue and purple rectangles on metric canvases in the 2 meter range. We were particularly fond of the Dragonfly Gallery.

We did all of this vacationing on week days. So we probably avoided much of the crowd. But you could probably do the same by visiting in November. Do you have really warm waterproof clothing?