Hanging Around Brookings, Oregon

I stayed at Harris Beach State RV Park for a few days and took the trail down to the beach on several occasions. The beach and small park is about 300 feet down hill and the road is pretty steep. After you get down around 250 feet I had to drag my bike down the last remaining section of trail onto the very wide beach. The sand isn’t compacted like I would prefer for bike riding but it was good for a workout around 90% of the time I was riding, the rest of the time I’d have to drag the bike through the loose sand.

One of the off shore hills:

And more random images of the beach:

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Here’s the bitch that decided I was a threat and chased me (on my bike) down the beach finally biting my leg. My calf is pretty strong and I didn’t really feel much for a 1/2 hour or so…thinking that my pants prevented any real bite. But when I stopped and checked I found that the bitch drew blood. Not much mind you but enough that I returned to cuss out the owners. They were gone. Two weeks later and the swelling is just about gone.

One of the many interesting jumbles of huge rocks dotting the beach:

More random ocean & beach shots for you land bound readers:

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This little section is looking north from the ocean side park. I remember this area well because 16 years ago, my very ill mother, who we had talked into coming down here to Brookings from her home in Walla Walla for a previous Xmas, (eventually that visit caused them to move here) was down there climbing on a log, scampering around like she was a kid. That was just after she and dad had moved down here. The weather here, along with the scenery, was a major factor in the quality of life for her and dad’s final few years. I can see her there on the beach, climbing, trying to balance herself, ignoring my shouts, running along that log, big smile.

Here’s some friends I made while resting at the beach side park: