Saturday, September 12, 2015


Day 7.

Our hotel had patio doors that opened right onto the ocean.

Unfortunately it was in the mid 40s overnight so falling asleep to the sound of the crashing waves was just not possible.

We did get out for another early morning walk though, and we had not only the deserted beach to ourselves, but also the quiet city streets.


The main drag in Yachats.











Tidal pools.











We walked still more beaches.

We couldn't not.



Another view of Yachats.

I thought it looked a little like an Italian city, looking out over the ocean.







I think this was Washburn beach. Or it was Neptune. Or Roosevelt. 

Or maybe it was none of those...?


































This was a beach we discovered. It wasn't on the map. 

I still am not sure where we were. 

But the climb we had to make up and down the cliff face to get to the ocean was impressive.



California!

And the Redwoods.















We eventually got smart and put the top down. The views were amazing. But the smell was even better. 

Damp. Moss. Pine.

It was perfection.







Driving through at sundown was also pretty much perfection.

The way the soft light filtered through the soaring tree tops and slanted in between the giant trunks was absolutely gorgeous.

It was exactly like being inside a hushed cathedral.







Elk grazing at twilight.

The lone male of the group bugled just for us.











 Another lovely sunset.

We intended to stay closer to the Oregon/California border for the night.

But being a Friday, right before a holiday weekends, hotel rooms were a little difficult to find.

It ended up being a late night and a long day.

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