The other day we decided to drive over to Nehalem Bay State Park for a walk on the beach. The park is located on a spit of land that runs parallel to Hwy 101 just south of Manzanita. On the ocean side, there are high dunes and a wide sandy beach.
You probably can’t tell, but this picture shows sand being blown in the fierce wind that was gusting around us that afternoon. After a very short walk, we decided to head back over the dunes to what we hoped would be the less breezy, bay side of the spit.
Fortunately, the dunes provided a barrier to the wind and we were able to wander comfortably for over an hour.
One of the most visually interesting features of this beach were the rafts of driftwood piled up along the dunes. There were tree trunks and branches of all kinds everywhere you looked.
Some of the logs had great features made more distinctive by weathering, like holes
and aging bark.
Of course, given my tendency to look at the ground, I also noticed the rocks, even when they were partly buried in the sand.
And then, just as we were getting ready to leave, I saw this: