Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
These ships were said to be the favorite of pirates as they were very fast. Note: I am also still fascinated with pirates--but that is a story for another time.
Monday, December 6, 2010
There was mention in the local paper that the shipwreck was visible in 1954, but no photos were available.
And then again yesterday. Emily showed herself to those of us lucky enough to be there at the right moment. What a gift on a warm, winter's day!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
There--where the day before, I saw only sand--was definitely a section of the hull of a ship. A very old, wooden ship.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Anyway, this poor cow (it was white at that time) was first placed on the front lawn of the high school. After much community unrest, it was agreed the cow must go and the search began for a new home. Not a lot of takers came forward.
Finally, the city council decided The Wayside--our town's "outdoor living room"-- would be a fitting place for it. So it was moved and painted. Painting apparently didn't help because once again this cow has become the subject of much controversy. The neighbors do not want it to stay and I have heard talk of a petition being circulated. To their point, it really looks out of place.
Perhaps it would make a great boat anchor at the bottom of Tillamook Bay? Just a suggestion.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Dropping bread crumbs as we ventured into the forest along a trail that was incredibly "boggy" in places. Navigating huge dips in the trail that were actually the divets left by enormous trees that had fallen. We stopped to look up at the wall of roots which were 15-20 feet wide. Amazing sights followed one after another along the trail--giant trees, a bald eagle's nest (we even heard it's call), a sweet salamander, and stunning fungi.
At the end of the trail was a magnificent Western Red Cedar with a 49 foot circumference. Its sheer size gave the impression it was more of a community than a single tree. Being in its presence was very spiritual as we sat quietly pondering its majesty and the magic of being surrounded by an ancient forest. Eventually and reluctantly we followed the trail to return home.
Happily, we know we will return again and again. Next time I will bring the camera in an attempt to capture our experience and share it with you.
Monday, October 18, 2010
There was a furious storm several weekends ago that had my weather station reporting 67 mph wind gusts. The strange part about it was how warm it was at 63 degrees F. So we had the windows open listening to the rain and the wind in the trees. It was as if the whole house was breathing in and out with each strong gust taking on a life of it's own. It was quite fun, but then I love a good storm.
The next few days after the storm were warm and lovely. While our beach combing didn't turn up any floats or bottles with messages, the remnants were exquisite shimmering in the sun!
"After the storm the world is left in a brief moment of purity, stripped of all its airy evils, the air is fresh and sweet to the smell." Nicholas Belt
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
There in the field was an entire herd of elk grazing away apparently unaware they were in cow territory and on private land. The elk were quite beautiful and many had impressive racks of antlers. I am not sure how they got past the fence or their plan to get out again--they didn't seem concerned and neither did the cows.
The trooper seemed to be the most concerned about keeping the local citizens from "tagging" the elk as it is hunting season.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Earlier in the day I overheard a couple of "locals" talking about how unusually strong the salt air smelled. While I agreed, I didn't think much about it then. My new husband--who loves to confidently explain things he isn't really all that sure about--tells me it was caused by an onshore breeze. Although there was no breeze.
Curious and wonderful--the mystery remains! Perhaps it was the full Harvest Moon.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
- Alpha Ecological
- Natures Pest Control and Extermination Experts
- Interstate Pest Management
- Orkin Pest Control Services
- Summit Pest Management
All with ostentatious titles. You get the idea.
When we asked at the coast (because the ant army isn't inside yet, but they are marching our direction) all the locals said to call,
"Dan, the Bug Man"
Says it all...doesn't it?
Monday, August 9, 2010
Yes, in fact, there is an Idiotville. It really explains a lot. Each of us has probably been from there at some point in our lives and known other citizens as well.
It turns out this was once a logging camp and is now a ghost town located on our drive between Rockaway and Portland. The town overlooked the banks of the beautiful Idiot Creek. (I swear I am not making this up http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idiotville,_Oregon ). Apparently it received such a distinguished name because it was said to be so remote that no one but an idiot would live there.
Over the past few days, we have had great fun coming up with town slogans and wording for tourist t-shirts. My favorite entry is from Della..."Idiotville – Where few live but many belong."
My only hope is that I am not appointed Mayor!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
In the evening--just before dark--the birds arrive home. Sitting on the branches of the giant tree, they sing the sweetest lullaby you can imagine. Hundreds of individual voices in harmony sing to welcome each other home and thank the universe for another day. It is the most peaceful melody you will ever hear.
Then as soon as darkness falls, they settle quietly in their nests and the tree offers it's still protection.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Using your cell phone here is a challenge. It is one of the things we like about our Saltair Station world--the ability to disconnect. But sometimes we do need to communicate with the outside world and had been known to stand on one leg, turn to the north and wave the phone until those pesky bars appear to make a call.
Our first summer here, there appeared this chair at the edge of our property with a note designating it for cell phone use. We are not sure who puts it there each year, but the locals have apparently figured out this is the spot with the best reception in the community and wanted to make it more comfortable.
And all day long--evenings too--people come to this spot to have their conversations. It really works! This is extra fun for us because while in the garden we can easily hear all of the conversations--without straining. Parents checking on teenagers left at home, teenage girls checking on boyfriends left at home, lovers swooning, couples fighting and all of the other conversations of life.
When the weather takes a turn for the worse in the fall, the chair disappears and not too long afterwards the tree behind it is decorated for the holidays. Again, by those invisible locals. I have to believe all winter long, folks are inside sitting by a warm fire communicating over the screaming fast internet this town offers. But, we are all still longing for the warm summer and the cell phone chair.
Friday, July 16, 2010
The fireworks in Rockaway were spectacular this year. There is nothing quite like the experience of watching the pyrotechnic team set them off, hearing the boom and seeing the explosion of light and color immediately overhead. The crowd cheered with each an every rocket. WOW!
Meanwhile--back in the garden--there was also an explosion of color and vibrant beauty. The African Daisy I brought home from the Tillamook Farmers Market was not intimidated by the "Big Show" and was strutting its stuff. Just like during the fireworks, I applauded and cheered this spectacular display. WOW!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Fourth of July in Rockaway is quite an event. The town swells in population with nearly every house full to the brim and then some. There is an incredible sense of community and bountiful hospitality for those just visiting. While there a number of fun activities, there is nothing quite like the "Firecracker Weiner Nationals."
Yes, this annual running of the dachsunds has become a very popular event. This was my first year, but it apparently has had quite a following for a number of years with "Sheriff" being the odds-on favorite. One gentleman was telling me his pooch was out in front last year when he made the fatal mistake of cheering the dog on from the sidelines. As soon as he shouted, Go, Maxie!" The contestant stopped to greet his friend and lost the race.
With more entries than ever, the competition was fierce. In the excitement, I didn't catch the name of the winner. But he sure was proud--and so was the guy holding him over his head excitedly racing around the field for a victory lap.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Our 2010 project is putting a fence around the yard. I say "our" but I really mean "Bob's". We wanted to add a little decorative privacy but built it to be friendly to the neighborhood atmosphere Rockaway offers. When Bob designed the fence he quickly gave up the idea it would keep deer or other critters out.
In true coastal time it has been a work in progress. Meanwhile I have started to shape the garden and make sense out of what has been a large patch of weeds. Gardens require patience and I know it won't be done this year or even next. But after each working session it is nice to sit back, relax and enjoy the view.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
But they are also quite tricky. Every time I grab the camera they fly away--refusing to pose. As they take flight, they squawk at me as if to say "you are not taking my picture." Mocking birds!
Monday, April 12, 2010
I have never seen such a big, beautiful azalea. It was breath taking. Just sitting at the edge of a vacant lot--not being nurtured by human hands. I included the telephone pole in the photo as a reference point for it's size.
If I have learned one thing about gardening on the Oregon Coast it is that you will be incredibly successful if you choose plants that are native to the area. But if you choose plants that you love--but they really don't love the climate--you will be a dismal failure or very busy keeping them alive. Much more so than gardening in Portland.
This photo will serve as a reminder when I am tempted at the nursery!
Monday, March 22, 2010
On the first day of spring, I found the Lady Ferns in our back wooded area had popped their heads through the earth. The long winter is over at last!
Another--less subtle--harbinger of spring also arrived. Tourists on spring break! There was a steady stream of traffic on Highway 101 and the town is buzzing. Local merchants are joyful the long winter is over too!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Ten years ago if you would have told me I would be engaged to a wonderful man who shares my dream of spending ridiculous amounts of time at the beach, I would have laughed in your face. But the dream has come true for both of us.
Our beach house is a place to relax, rejuvenate, play, spend time with friends and family and build something together. When you meet later in life there aren't many "firsts" to be shared as a couple. We both had houses and children and marriages and all of the memories that come with those things.
The beach house has given us the opportunity for our own firsts. Bob picked it out, I did a little decorating and he patiently hauled all the IKEA furniture we bought and put it together. Sweat equity makes it possible and he never complains about doing more than his fair share. I putter and he builds.
Valentine's Day was unseasonably warm and we celebrated with another first--a moonlight dance on the deck to the sound of the ocean waves. Talk about the local wildlife!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
I stored the food in a sturdy plastic bucket with a really tight lid. Shortly thereafter I noticed a rather large hole in the bucket that was definitely not made by my feathered friends. It was that same weekend when we were sitting outside in the early evening. Down from the trees over the deck came a large rat and an even bigger raccoon. The raccoon reached over and grabbed one of the bird feeders. Seeing it was nearly empty, he shook it...looked me straight in the eye...and threw it at me as if to say, "Fill this up and make it snappy!"
Lesson #2 in getting along with the local wildlife.
Monday, March 8, 2010
When traveling over the coast range it is important to remember the time change. While the clock doesn't actually move forward or back, the relationship to time certainly does. The closer you get to the ocean, the slower the pace. Cars don't seem to be in such a hurry as the view is worth seeing, service is a little slower because people are catching up with their neighbors and things that seemed so urgent back in the city seem to drift away.
Good to know when you are trying to get things done at Saltair Station. For instance, we needed to get some dry rot fixed on the house so we called a contractor who showed up to take a look at it after just three weeks of phone calls. He promised to come back and fix it the next week, but never returned. Six months later we found another contractor who said he would be happy to fix it the next time the weather was good. The whole summer went by and no contractor. Well, it has been two years and we know one of them will show up someday.
The time zone is also in effect at the local coffee shop. One Saturday I went in for a cup of decaf coffee. The sweet girl behind the counter told me they were out of decaf but would have some on Wednesday--I should return then. Now in most cities, not having more than one type of coffee to serve for five days would be bad for business. But no one seemed very concerned.
So on your way down the highway, remember to switch to Coastal Time and glide on in.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
When we first bought the place, I was excited about all the deer that roam around the neighborhood. I wanted to feed them, but saw the neighbors continuously waving them out of their yards. So dropping that plan, I went back to planting.
The back deck needed planters with lots of colorful flowers and I was filling them all. Blooming and beautiful, with just a little water and sunshine the deck would be glorious in summer. Just a few days later when I went to water them, I got quite a surprise. All of the flowers and many of the leaves had been devoured. Munched right down to the stems. Along with all of the flowers along the apparent "deer path" which goes through the yard.
I bet the deer were thrilled with their new neighbors who put out a whole buffet line of salad bowls just for them! My self-annointed status of nature girl is suffering just a bit!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
My grandparents had a place in Rockaway from the early 1900's until 1948. It started as a small cabin and my grandfather added on to it room by room using lumber he had scavenged nearby. By the time they sold it, the "cabin" slept 23 people. During the war, my family hosted off-duty servicemen at the beach and especially enjoyed Midwestern folks who had never dipped their toes in an ocean.