What is it about the beach that demands writing? Is it our desire to place our mark upon a landscape (errr oceanscape) that makes us feel so small? The desire to be contected to the vastness perhaps? Indiana has put his own mark on the beach. It shall wash away in the neaver ending surf, or perhaps be blown and dusted away by Oregon's capricious Pacific wind... but never fear, next time, Indy will make his mark again. Random bits of beauty from the Newport, Beverly Beach, and Cape Foulweather areas:Oregon is beautiful, no doubt. The diversity of just a few hours drive is amazing. From high desert plateaus to the vastness of the pacific; from the extreme heights of the cascades, to the fertile Willamette Valley, the multicultural delights of a thriving metropolis (Portland) and the rural appeal of small hamlets nestled in the midst of spraling farmland or cradled in foothills, Oregon has it all.
2 more stops on our two coming up!
On a different note... I love dandelions picked and presented by my handsome mister.