Sun and Surf
For the Surf Footage, head to Jake's Page and watch him and our friend wipe and ride.We hiked about 1/2 a mile out to Short Sands beach. The picturesque view was framed in high cliffs covered in Douglas Firs and jagged rock lines. White gray clouds rolled on the horizon with the occasion spill of mist rolling over the northern rock face. As our friend commented, "You keep thinking a wizard is gonna appear."
When we weren't playing in the waves or watching others; we watched the fishing boats bobbing in the choppy waters.
We planted ourselves against a large piece of drift wood, catching the vista and having a back rest. The smooth gray rocks weren't to bad for sitting on. Walking was another matter. These lovely sculptures lay behind our spot.
I didn't get as many shots as I would have liked as the sun was in our eyes most of the day. Besides, after getting smashed by a couple of waves, all you can do is sit and watch. The thoughts meandering about in the head were pictures of what just happened to you in the water and an elation prancing over the fatigue creeping through the muscles.
We stopped in Canon Beach on the way out and had a sandwich on the beach while watching the sunset. This rock is called Haystack. It's corresponding Needles being the small ones to the left. At low tide, this is a great place to sea starfish and sea aenemones.
It seems that when the sun is about 2 inches (from the perspective of standing on the beach) above the horizon, that it suddenly drops. I sat, fixated on those moments of actually seeing the sun go down in less than 5 mins. I think it helped to have the clouds pressed against the ocean's skin, dividing it from the sky.
From the shore, the ocean here always seems on welcoming. It's something about Cannon Beach, and how the waves break here, me thinks. Most days a cold northern wind sweeps and cuts through you. Causing much cussing to be brought down upon it.
The waxing moon extended its drawn out wink to us, and blessed our trip home, where a cool shower and bed awaited our tired bodies.
The next time we head out to the coast will most likely involve heading to Short Sands again, minus the cooler of sandwich fixins. Out here, all you need is some trail mix, or maybe a Clif Bar, or some fruit, water and Gatorade. Food tends to fill you to much. And we found weren't all that hungry. The cliffs here block the wind from the beach and the currents get caught on the out croppings of rock making for some very decent 5-6 foot swells, perfect for those of us starting out. There's also some great white waters which brought to mind Swede Transvestite. I wonder how heavy a kayaking boat is?
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