This has taken me forever to put together, problem is, as I go through the photos I get caught up in memories.Good ones,bad ones, from my past and from our recent trip. I decided not to put the photos of the kids on this blog; I will be posting those on the family blog at a later date. I did this because I kept getting distracted by the time we had. The kids told me they had never seen me so happy as I was that day. I hadn't realized how much I missed "my" beaches until I was there. I can only hope my complete love comes through in these.
We start a few miles north of Gold Beach, Oregon and at the mouth of the Rogue River.
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| House Rock |
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| Rogue River Bridge at Gold Beach, Oregon |
Next; South Jetty Beach, the port of Brookings-Harbor, this is the beach and jetty that I spent many many hours on in my youth and young adulthood. The ocean was my therapist, the jetty my security, I would sit on the very last rock for hours. Contemplating life, if I should go on or just dive in. I never dove in. I always saw or felt something while there, maybe the steady ebb and flow, maybe the power, or the beauty. I am still not sure, but all the same I credit the ocean and nature for saving my life, showing me peace, seriously the first love I ever knew.
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| North Jetty |
The Otters
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| He was one mean looking otter |
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| The Rocks |
The Pelicans
Seagulls
The Cats
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| The Chetco River Bridge |
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| The port |
Now we travel back north a bit, right at the edge of town, to Harris Beach State Park. This is where a I did a certain amount of illegal activities, a little wine and song is all. This was also the turn around point for our night time cruising.
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| Bird Island |
Last Stop a little further north: Whales Head State Park, I came here with mama a lot I walked the beach while she sat and watched the water. I used to cruise with mama too, we always ended up here somehow, she was avoiding the crowdthat I wanted to be with so badly.
Oops, one more stop in North Bend Oregon, I had to try a night shot of the lights on the ships, not such a great photo, but it was fun to try.
Next; South Jetty Beach, the port of Brookings-Harbor, this is the beach and jetty that I spent many many hours on in my youth and young adulthood. The ocean was my therapist, the jetty my security, I would sit on the very last rock for hours. Contemplating life, if I should go on or just dive in. I never dove in. I always saw or felt something while there, maybe the steady ebb and flow, maybe the power, or the beauty. I am still not sure, but all the same I credit the ocean and nature for saving my life, showing me peace, seriously the first love I ever knew. 
The Pelicans
The Cats
