(Chase has)Cannon(s) Beach

After a pitstop at the local Pig n' Pancakes in Astoria, we set out to find ourselves a campsite on the beach. We were hoping for a free site which might provide simple amenities like bathroom, cable tv, and valet parking; unfortunately, beggers can't be choosers. After a great deal of searching we found the perfect location (minus the 'no camping', 'tsunami warning', and 'rogue wave' signs).

We parked at the end of a sandy access road and walked a few hundred yards down the beach to set up camp. The firewood from our police experience was the night's saving grace. The quickly constructed firepit was incredibly valuable amidst chilly coastal temperatures and rain. A few hours into the storytelling, songs, and questions we were approached by another beach camper who offered words of wisdom: "You might want to move your car up the path a bit, unless you want the tide to take it."

I have never seen such a significant difference between high tide and low tide...the crafty water approached nearly 200 yards as the night wore on. Today we salute you Mr. Weather-tested Water-wise Beach-dwelling informer. Seriously, thanks for the advice.

The night offered time for reflection of our time here, and encouragement for each of us to remember why we made the trip. Each day brings its own brand of fun and attractions, but it remains important for us to consider the culture as we roll from one town to the next. Why is each place beatiful, and how might we fit into each picture?

A foggy Wednesday morning greeted us as we withdrew sluggishly from our tents and wiped the sleep from our eyes...all dirty and disheveled, aside from kevin who slept in Big Red (our sweet ride). After packing and pictures, we began our journey into Portland...

campfire chillin`

morning campsite w/ low tide

sometimes i like to jump over things.