Rockaway Beach, Oregon



Mark's cousin Quentin took us on a full day's speedy tour of the northern Oregon coast and Rockaway Beach was one of our stops. For old times' sake.

It's not very much as I remember it. What I do remember is that it dumped buckets of rain on the Fourth of July but they set fireworks off on the beach anyway. We were soaked, squinting skyward, fresh water dribbling down our faces in streams, oohing and aaahing with other soggy bravehearts standing in the salt and the sand. It was great. I remember almost not going because of the rain and afterward being so glad I'd ventured out. In retrospect, I think it was somewhat of a pivotal life moment for me when I realized that going out in bad weather took the bite out of the thing.

Gee whiz. It's so hard to get these pictures just right, fingers pinched in the perfect place. Enter wind and wobbly elbows.

The wind blew, the rains came but we were not sugar and we forged on. Can you see the top layer of sand just a'flyin' in the stoutly breeze?

I generally have more fun getting blasted by wind or soaked by rain than I do in good weather. It's better than staring sadly at it from behind a window. Generally, I say. There are exceptions to most every rule. Sometimes there is nothing better than facing the world from underneath a big blanket, socks yanked up to your knees.
2 Comments:
It's amazing how beautiful the shore is even on a gray day.
I love, love, love me some Oregon Coast! I've never been to that particular place but the stops we have made make me want to go back soon!
Beauteous pictures as always!
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