Harris Beach State Park in Brookings, Oregon
Brookings was our goal because it had the first beach after entering Oregon.
We stepped carefully down a wet track leading to Harris Beach State Park. Once on the beach, we were immediately slapped with polar vortex winds. I knew we wouldn’t last long in these conditions, but we were hoping to find some sea glass. I’d read that the best time to see it was at low tide which wouldn’t be for another couple of hours. However, Maureen was quickly disabused of this notion. There was no sea glass to be seen so she focused on rocks and driftwood.
Nobody Home (Thank God)
It’s incredible how much more driftwood washes up on the Pacific compared with the Atlantic. Why is that, I wonder? We collected quite a lot of nice looking stones. They tend to be flat here. Maureen stabbed at a cluster of mussels. She stabbed it with her steely knife but she could not kill the beast. The last thing I remember, I was… She said they were already dead so it was okay. Okay. If you want to kill dead mussels, go ahead. “Look mom, they’re orange inside!” Orange is her favorite color. Psycho.
I opted for the collection of ivy seeds. Ivies have two stages of growth: juvenile and adult. I have only ever seen adult ivy plants on the west coast. These adults bear berries. I will try and grow an ivy from seed. It’s quite something for me.
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