While hiking on the Bay Ocean Spit (between Tillamook Bay and the Pacific Ocean) yesterday, we happened upon this amazing piece of driftwood. It was scoured by salt water, sunbleached and gnarled. It was also huge--easily the biggest piece of driftwood I have ever seen. Bob stands next to it give you an idea of its sheer size. How did something this huge make the journey from being a tree to washing up on an ocean shore? The power of nature constantly astonishes me.