I'm still so tired! which is weird since I did nothing but relax and hike and ride/drive in a car for 6 days. Perhaps I have developed some mystery vacation ailment, or maybe it's because I've been doing laundry all day today. So much sand, so much laundry! Some quick things (because for less quick things I have to get the rest of my photos uploaded and that's just not happening tonight):
1) All beaches are public beaches in Oregon.
2) this driftwood horse was so cool! He had a seaweed tail and bridle -- someone spent a lot of time on him. He lasted about a day and a half before the tide took him apart. The next day there was a driftwood teepee made with equal care, but that didn't even last 24 hours. Others suspected vandals, but honestly, I think it was the tide -- if it can deposit huge logs right up to the cliffs, it can take apart a driftwood horse.
3) Brookings (nearest town to Harris Beach state park) is considered to be in the "Banana Belt" of Oregon. I learned this on menus in more than one restaurant.
3) Apparently, whenever I go anywhere I can be assured of two things: a) I will be found and vaguely tormented by hoodlum children (in this instance the Chetco 6, whom I determined were running a bicycle chop-shop out of a neighboring yurt, but more on them later) b) I am a magnet for crazy old men with THREE (not two, not four) small dogs on long windy leashes. I don't mean mildly eccentric, I mean the kind of crazy where the neighbors say "I'm not at all surprised" or "what took you so long" when the cops and reporters show up.
4) I love the beach. I wish there was some way I could be there every day and still have access to my city life (such as it is).
5) While left to their own devices the cats found a way to open a nearly full container of cat treats. There were only three lonely fish-shaped treats remaining in the jar (now on its side under the table) when I got home. I don't think I'll be falling for the "but I don't have THUMBS" argument ever again.
