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| Paul's photo of Cannon Beach |
Paul and I took frequent walks along the beach. Our ritual was to get coffee and a cinnamon roll at the coffee house/art gallery on Hemlock Street near our hotel, and then walk the short distance to the beach. Every morning, we started out wearing fleece jackets and stocking caps--and spent at least fifteen minutes talking about how great the weather was.
There is Ecola State Park in the distance, just two miles from this beach--and me in fleece cap looking longingly towards it.
On our last walk, we encountered these starfish clinging to a rock near the Haystack. I heard a little girl who was photographing the starfish say, "I'm so happy right now!"
This is Paul walking down to the first beach we visited after driving to the coast from Portland. Arcadia Beach turned out to be our favorite. You can take it all the way down to the resorts in Cannon Beach.
On Arcadia Beach, we found this pentagram etched in the sand--and Barbie at its pinnacle!
On our last night in Cannon Beach we made a fire and had dinner/wine while watching the sun set. All along the beach, there were small midsummer fires--some set by Cabana Boys at the nearby resort. People were spread out all along the coast, covered in blankets or still braving the surf. We saw a group of twenty somethings sitting on a log, one guy smoking a joint until he fell backwards into the sand, laughing.
Paul made the fire--and I'll admit that I got sand in my sandwich--ha,ha--and in my wine.
Of course, this little gull was there to eat any scraps we didn't want. Haystack Rock is the big attraction in Cannon Beach. It is a marine garden protected by volunteers every morning--who put out signs at low tide to keep visitors from climing on the rock and disturbing the delicate balance of wildlife inhabiting the rock and waters nearby.
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