As the rain began its relentless downpour just before the break of dawn, he shouldered his familiar backpack, resigned to the cold, wet reality that awaited him throughout the day and into the night. The Columbia River’s South Jetty stood like a stoic sentinel, closing off the northern end of the Oregon Coast Trail. To […]
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DeLaura Beach for the Night
He left the deserted beach behind, traversing a lily-covered bog as he ventured towards town, seeking the simple comfort of a hotdog from Costco. Little did he know, membership was the ticket to that savory delight, and the stone-faced sentinel at the door wasn’t budging. A faceless fortress of commerce, this part of Warrenton was […]