We especially liked the access to the beach. It was a bit of a hike, but so worth it, both pleasure and exercise wise.
Olivia led the way to the beach, usually not allowing any tension on the lead.
We began the hike on a paved portion that quickly turned to rock and sand.
Oliver and I ventured off the path, under the 101 bridge to walked down by the stream that so gently flowed into the pacific.
There, before us was our first venture onto Oregon beaches. What an experience this was.
We are accustomed to the Atlantic, and Gulf of Mexico beaches and this was a huge change!
This grainy photo was shot with my phone's telephoto lens. It is not good, but gives family back home an example of how mountains drop into the Pacific.
Oliver and Olivia took their first wades into the ocean.
Olivia enjoyed the surf while Oliver quickly learned to scamper up the beach and out of reach of those cold wet waves. His idea of fun was to investigate the driftwood that was strewn about the beach.
Each time we would leave the beach we would take a last look at the Pacific then turn to head home and turn to see the return path.
The dogs trek home was much slower going home than it was heading to the beach. As a matter of fact, so was ours!
We took a break from the Humbug beach and visited Battle Rock City Park. Some of our history disturbs me. One culture walking into the lives of another and taking their land, their livelihood.
The tree in fog was sitting on a rock in the water. At low tide, people could walk to it, then at high tide it was a tree on an island.
We had a great view from our position on the hill.
Are you seeing a pattern here?
If you are new to the blog, seventeen months ago, John was fighting for his life and on a respirator. Now he is hiking, climbing mountains and dunes. The hikes are long and hard. This one started by an easy jaunt through the grass.
And the trail goes on.....and on. We walk through ripe raspberries on both sides of the path, lovely wildflowers and maybe wild blueberries.
The reward of another long walk!
Our next stop............. Port Orford, Oregon. We were pleased to not just see fishing boats and equipment, but a boat being brought ashore to have the fish unloaded and the boat prepared for the next days trip into the blue Pacific.
|They rolled the "trailer" back to center under the vessel.|
And what was the catch of the day?
T U N A!
IS THAT CHARLIE THE TUNA IN THE CENTER?
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