Oregon Coast Romantic Rock Hounding
(Editor's note: the reservations were a direct result of what happens when life is pushing in on you past your acceptable limits)
|Sun on the Beach (At Fogarty Creek)|
I don't know what all this talk about The Beach is about. I went to The Beach in California a few times. Once I went to Santa Monica for a training. The beach was beautiful except for the two feet of trash that lined the entire coastline. So much trash that I couldn't walk in the sand safely. So I thought I'd walk in the park on the bluff. There was a beautiful grassy park running the length of the beach. Full of homeless people. Not a few, mind you, but on every bench and on the grass and all over. Not a very pleasant early morning walk for a woman alone visiting The Beach in California. This past May I was in Carlsbad, during a heat wave. We had a beautiful room with an ocean view. I went to The Beach to play in the ocean. It was full of people. I mean, there may have been some sand under them all but who could tell? And they weren't doing anything! Nothing at all! Just laying around, looking at their phones, and each other. I don't even think they knew there was a Huge Ocean right there! I, of course, went swimming, with maybe six other people who dared to touch the water. OK, it was warm, I must admit. And the waves were great. Big, fun waves. When I'd had enough, I got out and couldn't find my stuff. Where did I leave my stuff?? There are acres upon acres of people laying on the beach, how am I ever going to find a little towel that is mine? In Oregon people go to the beach to be out in nature. We play in the sand, get wet in the water, and the rain, and get sandy and sloshy an walk on rocks and try to stay warm (or just get numb quick, that's my best motto). And there are rarely any other people there, unless you go to Seaside in July...
|My Partner took this one.|
The next morning we ate breakfast at the resort. The service still sucked. My partner used to run a place like this and she said it is very hard to get trained waiting staff outside of a big city. Instead of getting the professional waiters, you get the kids that didin't get out of town and go to college.
|Funny ways to Die at The Coast|
|These are Rocks embedded in solid (once Molten?) rock|
We went through the gate, drove a ways, parked at the end of the road and walked the 100 yards across the dunes to the shore. There were a few people walking out there. But not many. It is, essentially, a private access beach. Keeps out the riff raff.
|There Be Agates, ARRRRRRRR|
|Seals on the Beach.|
|Well, 100 stair beach is always scenic|
|I think that is an agate still in the rock. Left it on the beach for another century or so|