Wednesday, September 12, 2012

North of the Redwoods

The Pacific at my feet, a martini at hand, a suffering of sun at my back: it's all good.

I motored six miles to Yachats to collect ingredients for dinner: some tri-tip steaks, mushrooms, a lovely bunch of organic beets with greens (beet greens are the absolute best!), apples for a pie tomorrow. Not much ado in the Yachats, population 688.

Driving back to the See Vue Motel, a trucker bore down on my tail (and he with the heavy load), and when it came time to turn into the driveway of the motel, he jammed his brakes and screeched, undoubtedly cursing the driver (me) of the car with the Washington plates. Damn foreigners.

There are few things better than a wide stretch of beach and few humans....



  1. A formation I have never seen. And the small stacked stone sculptures. Maybe you'll explain more for this Midwesterner.

  2. Joanne, the rock piles are cairns, constructed by some beach walker. Fun to build, as you must find the center of gravity of each stone.

    Thanks for taking the time to comment!


  3. What beautiful land/sea-scapes.

    I'm an inveterate cairn builder myself; some of my most spectacular ones are on the small med' island of Formentera, where they now (apparently) believe them to be ancient monuments.