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Day 128 - Oregon Coast

One week ago, my phone went swimming in the Pacific Ocean.  I had stupidly left my phone (my only computer on this trip) and my digital camera in my pocket while I crossed a shallow channel at the beautiful Secret Cove beach in southern Oregon.  When the sand behind a rock suddenly disappeared, I sunk down to my waist and soaked both devices.  I was able to recover my digital camera but the phone died when I tried to charge it.  With my old phone back in use, this blog is now back in action.

A historic lighthouse on the beautiful Oregon Coast near Bandon was my first stop.  The stone pier stretched deep into the Pacific and made me feel like a sailor in a storm.

 Horses walking between the craggy rocks gave the nearby Face Rock Scenic Viewpoint a surreal feel.

My first hike of the day was at Floras Lake State Park, down a three mile stretch of beach with 100 foot cliffs towering beside.  With nowhere to escape if a rogue wave came up, I felt a bit unsafe hiking along this beach, even though it was low tide and the waves never came close to the cliffs.  Jump shot to show my enthusiasm for this beautiful place!

I later hiked to Blacklock Point on top of the cliffs (behind my head in the jump portrait). I hiked for several miles through enchanted-looking forests and suddenly emerged to this powerful view.  Wow!

Blacklock Point was visited by one other group of people on that day and this picture captured the awe-inspiring feel of this rugged, remote, memorable place.


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