He walked the beach north until the Nehalem River prevented forward movement. There he’d have to hire a boat to take him across the bay. He filled up on water at the crab cleaning station and realized that the few cookies and a little salami were all he had left for food. Luckily the town […]
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Camping at Rockaway Beach
For no reason at all he headed north. Two short but easy rides up 101, then he hiked along the abandoned rail line that traced the rugged coast, eventually arriving in Rockaway Beach. The journey had been long, and he was weary of lugging around milk and cookies that had no business being on the […]
Cape Lookout State Park
It was the last night of my secret island retreat. A secluded haven of my own that was neither an island nor a secret. As the sun began its descent, I caught sight of a couple down the beach, strangers who didn’t speak my language. Our eyes met, and we exchanged nods of understanding, silently […]
Raccoons!
My quiet little campsite in the trees got overrun by intruders after sunset. #sunset #raccoons
No Cell Service, No Worries
Lost in the trees a stones throw from the roaring ocean. No cell service. Had to climb a mountain just to post this. Might not be online for a couple of days. I’ll be at the beach if you need me. #OregonCoast #wandering
Tacos in Town
The first time Sacajawea saw the ocean she used this trail over Tillamook Head into Cannon Beach to trade for whale blubber that had been scavenged from a beached whale. They hated the hike, but they also did it in January. It’s cool enough in July for me. #OCT #wandering
Seaside Beach Bum
#beachbum #OCT
Beach Camping, Seaside, OR
He noticed that the military Humvees had already flanked his position while he was drying out his poncho liner in the morning sun. They were clearing the beach for a live fire training exercise. He would walk away, for the simple reason that men with guns had told him to go elsewhere. #OregonCoast #wandering
Wreck of the Peter Iredale
“May God bless you and may your bones bleach in these sands.” The Captain toasted his now wrecked ship, a haunting farewell to the vessel that had faced the untamed seas. Turning to his men, he held aloft a bottle of whisky, a grim yet resolute gesture in the face of adversity. “Boys,” he said, […]
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 […]