I heard, one time, that the most addictive form of stimulation is random. Maybe that’s why I’m addicted to the ocean? 🙂 The waves crash in endlessly random patterns. That’s why one picture is never satisfying! Don spotted a whale so we pulled over to watch as he made his way south. He was close enough that we didn’t need the binoculars to see it. But not close enough to get a great picture. (When people say they are ‘seeing’ whales, it usually means we are seeing their spout as they surface and blow water out of their lungs. Breaching the surface, or jumping out of the water, is not too common. But it’s still exciting to see the spout.)
Since it’s such a pretty day we stopped to see if the sea lions were out. This is probably the most photographed lighthouse on the Oregon Coast (Heceta Head). We heard the sea lions barking and growling as soon as we got out of the truck. They are right down below us on the rocks at the bottom of the picture.
Aaaawww! They’re so cute! Look at that little one laying on his mom! They are the same color as the rocks until they dry out. Then you can see their brown fur.
You rolled over on my flipper, you BIG TUB OF LARD!
Oh well, gotta get goin’. I mean, it’s not like we get paid by the hour, but we do have work to do. hahaha
You can always tell when you’re getting close to Florence, Oregon, when the dunes come into view. This is just north of Florence.
This is why camping isn’t free anymore.
This was going to be my last picture but I hate to end the blog this way because it’s not how my day ended. Now I wish I had taken at least one sunset picture. Picking up litter is more of an aggravation than it is work for us workampers. I just don’t understand why people aren’t more considerate and respectful of the beauty that they just enjoyed. So, we picked up the litter, cleaned the restroom, added TP and found the beauty again!
Horse Creek Trailhead is about 4 miles inland from Hwy 101. Take the first east turn south of Sea Lion Caves on Forest Road 58. Horse Creek has facilities for your horses at each campsite. There is no drinking water for you, but there is a trail leading to drinking water for your horse. Don pointed out that we could actually hear the ocean from the campground. That was a mistake! A couple false-starts and I turn and ask Don, “Are you in a hurry to leave?” He said, “No, go on.” hahaha
So I headed down the trail labeled ‘Horse Water’. At least, that’s what I think I read through the bullet holes (note to self: order a new ‘Horse Water’ sign). I didn’t want to go on an hour-long hike. I just wanted to see how far the creek was or maybe discover an overlook of the ocean just a short distance away. But the trail kept going downhill and I kept thinking about going back uphill. So I enjoyed the old-growth forest and the hairy trees and went back.
Now, think of the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen. Yep, that’s how my day ended!