Monday, June 24, 2013
We had yet to see the moon on our little adventure but a day after the official supermoon we were still enjoying minus tides along Oregon’s southern coast. The forecast called for a continuation of the torrential rains we had experienced yesterday morning but to our surprise—or in Lewis’ case, relief—a three hour break in the storm occurred right around low tide. We emerged from the camper to explore Pistol River State Park, a location that had been on my mind for several years.
I had already been out shooting for an hour when Darla and Lewis showed up on the beach. Lewis ran over to me. Darla wandered over to the place I had just left, immediately coming upon three baby otters frolicking in the water. Where had they been while I was over there? Darla managed to capture the encounter on video, denying me even the small pleasure of claiming she made the whole story up.
The otters were not the only highlight of our time at Pistol River. We found our first burrowing sea cucumber here and soon discovered that the north end of the beach was covered with sand dollars. These were not sand dollar pieces; these were whole, intact sand dollars. After making sure they were dead (ahem, Bev), we picked up a few as souvenirs. Lewis declared Pistol River as the best beach ever—even better than Bandon. He had a good case. It’s a nice beach.
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