It’s the coast, not the beach! And, that’s my definition I’ve applied to any stretch of land near the Pacific Ocean in Northern Oregon. It’s one of those “spirit of the word” type applications for me, but it makes sense. Too many occurrences of frigid days coupled with near hurricane force winds drove me to make this distinction. It’s a technicality, I know… but, it’s just one of my things. Does it help if I mention those days were in July and August? Ya, probably not.
Anyway, a beach makes me think of coconut scented sun tan lotion. Sun glasses. Swimming suits. Foo-foo drinks. And, occasional dips in the ocean to cool off.
Conversely, a trip to the beach should not involve packing the jacket you wore last skiing season. Or, heavy blankets. Or, hot chocolate. Or, even snowmobile gloves to hold the kite nearly getting torn apart by the blasting wind. No, it’s not the beach if those things ever happen.
It’s the coast. Pass it along.
Beautiful Day @ Manzanita, Oregon Coast
Looking North from House
Seven Miles of Sand to The South
Coastal Grass Between Sand and House
