So while our trip out on Christmas was nice, it was a little hectic, so we needed a supplementary trip to Ocean Haven. The weather was shocking good, probably the best it has ever been when we were out there. We did an uncharacteristic amount of walking around, and also worked on the site, which is still waiting to see how things fall out.
Here we are at the beach in Lincoln City on our way down. As it was spring break weekend there were like 8 million driftwood fires on the beach. It was kind of gross.
This strangely moving image speaks to man’s inhumanity to man.
The weather was good in the way normal people mean the weather is when they say it’s good. In a concession to those normal people, we spent more time on Sunday walking around than hunkering down in our room. I’d like to say that I hated it, but it was a lot of fun.
Here is Hazel wandering in a verdant woodland.
Here is some extra verdancy.
Here is a majestic culvert.
Here is Hazel getting ready to tell us who lives in the middle of the earth in the land of Shire.
We ended up at the highest point on the Oregon coast.
Even after all that, we found time to walk along the beach in front of Ocean Haven later in the day.
This dead crab speaks to man’s inhumanity to man.