Crossing the bar into Tillamook Bay is one of the most treacherous journeys on the Oregon Coast. Sadly, many people have lost their lives over the years most of whom were going to sea to earn a living.
As I stand here on the jetty with the sun shining on the water, it is easy to diminish the destructive power of the huge, rolling waves.
Beware! As you enter the United States of America by crossing the bar into Tillamook Bay, there is an line of seagulls along the jetty. These highly trained birds are suspiciously watching your every move.
If you happened to throw a fish out of the boat though, they would instantly become your best friends.
On this National Day of Service, I want to thank everyone who spent their valuable time today cleaning up our beaches. It is so important to the wildlife, ocean, and ourselves to take care of our "home."
A special note of thanks to the coastal residents who, not only today,
but everyday walk the sand picking up litter and disposing of it
properly. I am reminded of a sign I once saw at an elementary school...
According to this photo, I apparently started gardening very early in life. Roses were my specialty and I am pretty sure Dad helped out some in the beginning.
Once I arrived at Saltair Station, I was advised by the locals that coastal roses are actually "deer candy." Deer can strip a whole rose garden in a matter of minutes.
After learning this first hand (not heeding wise advice), my rose beds now contain Crocosmia which are less exciting to deer and a favorite hangout for hummingbirds. They just don't smell as fragrant as the Mister Lincoln roses I grew up with!