There is something truly captivating about the ocean. I read somewhere, at sometime recently, that scientists now think the human race evolved by a genetic mistake from some sort of sea creature ( I know, real specific. Next time I will pay more attention (maybe)). Perhaps, if their theory is correct (quite likely since I read it on the internet), that is why we are drawn to it. Or maybe, it's the consistent rhythm of the waves rising and crashing that we are attracted to. Whatever the reason, it never fails that when you go to the beach, people are taking pictures.
At Cape Kiwanda in Oregon, there was a small sand peninsula that had a warning sign about "unstable ground"; naturally, everyone ignores the sign.
After a short hike up the sand hill you come to an ocean oasis that sits about 200 feet up from the ocean. It's so cool! The plants and trees have bent in the direction of the winds, making small cave like areas where its likely the locals spend their evenings partying.
Following the foot trails you come to the edge of the peninsula, where you get a closer view to the lone rock in the ocean. It was a good place to sit, watch the boats and seagulls, and eat some cheez-it's ( the only good cheese cracker, of which I am truly addicted).
On the north side of the peninsula the trail leads down to the ocean where it breaks against the impacted sand rock. There is a collection of small pools where I saw tiny crabs feeding and small fish waiting for the next wave to release them.
Just south of the landing the ocean collects in a round opening. Only 10 feet above the waves, my desires to jump into the ocean were immediate.
I probably would have if I had a way back onto the rocks that would have avoided me being beaten against them. Plus, my luck, I would have encountered a shark or giant octopus. It looked like that kind of area. The kind that conceals something dangerous even though its appearance seems so inviting and safe.
The next beach we went to was Cannon Beach. The rocks are most familiar due to their appearance in movies like The Goonies ("Hey You Guys!").
For dinner we ate at Norma's Seafood and Steak in Seaside, Oregon. I had the Captains platter with the clam chowder (Oh my Gosh! I want More). Seaside is a neat little area. They even have a bumper car arena that carries the nostalgia of the old boardwalks.
After dinner we rushed to the beach so we could watch the sunset behind the ocean, and made it just in time.
I dont know what it is about sunsets, but it would seem that a person can never have enough pictures of them.