There is a short pathway from the parking lot at Lost Creek to the beach. From the access we headed north. As far as we could see, there was no sign of rocks at all, agates would be even more scarce than that. We remained hopeful, committed to our plan to walk up past Jered's house to an open field and then make our way back to the car via the beach. Daisy was acting more excited than I had seen her in months, possibly longer, I figured she would be up for anything. So we started walking.
These roots were stretching across a ten foot cave on the sandstone cliff above the beach. It looked quite fascinating. I am curious to know if the roots grew like that, or if a landslide, or land shift created the cave and stretched the tree from its roots. The tree didn't look stable at all, dangling off the edge of the earth.
The wind was blowing us down the beach. It made it very nice for the walk there, but the way back was going to be a whole different story. So far it hadn't rained on us and our rain pants. It was very nice to have coffee to sip on.
There is a ton of fossilized shells on this beach. Since rocks were few and far between anyway, I was extra sensitive to anything that even looked like it was shiny. The shells would get me every time. Stupid, tricky, shells.
Daisy is having a blast. The sand is all wet where we are walking, so no worries about the wind blowing sand in her eyes.
This beach has so many little caves!! This one was big enough to fit a person in. No agates located inside though.
It is strange what the ocean can do! It looks as if the ocean just took a bite out of the cliff here. I wonder if there is different, more brittle mineral there that would make it easier for the ocean to take it out and away. Or...there could be some crazy canals out in the deeper intertidal zone that can create greater water velocity that is more water like punching a hole in the cliff. However and why ever it is, they are all along this walk, much more abundant than the other local beaches.
We have made it to a creek close to Jered's house. He called it Theel Creek, or something like that. I do not have my extra tuffs on, so instead of trampling through the water, I go to cross the less than one foot creek on a pile of drift wood. Seems to me to be way more dangerous than living with wet feet for a short while. But having wet feet sucks so bad.......so onward and across.There was a lot of twisty shaped driftwood along this creek. The sand was still so high that some wood was almost completely buried, with just some branches sticking out.
I got a picture of one of the few red rock crab carapaces on the beach. It must be molting time, there were tons of Dungeness shells all over. We had a very small amount of very small agates in our agate bag. The wind was still blowing us to our destination.
Looks like someone had just sawed the branches off this log. Daisy even thought it looked strange.
This log was right in front of the destination field. We walked up the creek to take a break from the beach and have some grass under our boots for a minute. It wasn't long before we were returning to the beach, for the long walk back. I saw this cute little caterpillar, barely, I almost stepped on him.
On the way back the wind was blowing against us. It was noticeably harder to walk. Daisy was still doing good, her limp was slight if any. Coffee was gone, water was none, lunch was sitting, waiting for us in the car. It still hadn't rained on us, since we were wearing our rain pants. We saw people down where we thought may have been the beach access we used. They looked smaller than ants at the time, and it was going to be forever before we were going to get there. Finally, we made it back to the car, it still hadn't rained on us at all. Our agate bag was still practially empty. I hadn't gotten my fair intake on mushroom observing for the day, so I wanted to go into the woods and look around. How good would a mushroom soup be? Super good.
Definitely not eating that, but it sure is pretty. We ate lunch just as the sun was exiting the woods. What looked like a trail ended twenty feet from the car, but it ended with an open flat spot, that was perfect to eat on.
This skinny little salamander wanted to eat with us. I can't blame him, he could use some extra bulk for the winter.
We stopped and looked at this beautiful house on our way back to the beach to watch the sunset. I especially liked the round window in the front.
Another beautiful sunset on the Oregon coast.
There it goes.
Say "cheese"
I got a picture of one of the few red rock crab carapaces on the beach. It must be molting time, there were tons of Dungeness shells all over. We had a very small amount of very small agates in our agate bag. The wind was still blowing us to our destination.
Looks like someone had just sawed the branches off this log. Daisy even thought it looked strange.
This log was right in front of the destination field. We walked up the creek to take a break from the beach and have some grass under our boots for a minute. It wasn't long before we were returning to the beach, for the long walk back. I saw this cute little caterpillar, barely, I almost stepped on him.
On the way back the wind was blowing against us. It was noticeably harder to walk. Daisy was still doing good, her limp was slight if any. Coffee was gone, water was none, lunch was sitting, waiting for us in the car. It still hadn't rained on us, since we were wearing our rain pants. We saw people down where we thought may have been the beach access we used. They looked smaller than ants at the time, and it was going to be forever before we were going to get there. Finally, we made it back to the car, it still hadn't rained on us at all. Our agate bag was still practially empty. I hadn't gotten my fair intake on mushroom observing for the day, so I wanted to go into the woods and look around. How good would a mushroom soup be? Super good.
Definitely not eating that, but it sure is pretty. We ate lunch just as the sun was exiting the woods. What looked like a trail ended twenty feet from the car, but it ended with an open flat spot, that was perfect to eat on.
This skinny little salamander wanted to eat with us. I can't blame him, he could use some extra bulk for the winter.We stopped and looked at this beautiful house on our way back to the beach to watch the sunset. I especially liked the round window in the front.
Another beautiful sunset on the Oregon coast.
There it goes.
Say "cheese"
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