It’s easy (and I think reasonable) to focus, even obsess, on the river and redwoods. The river is so present, so engaging, so seductive. The redwoods so tall. I’m guilty of forgetting about the equally immense, unique and mind-blowing beach. But just a short drive from the bnb gets you ankle deep in dunes, say, the Lake Earl Wildlife Area or Pacific Shores and Kellogg Beach to the north, or stomping on the hard-packed variety on Crescent or Enderts Beach just south of the Crescent City harbor, off Anchor Way.
Old man of the bnb Anton has been reluctant to take his usual long walks by the river so Meg and I have resorted to taking him to the beach a few times a week — and through those little jaunts have become reunited with the area’s vast coastline. It looks mysterious and endless. Completely unknowable and distant. It is all those things.
We’ve had some crazy warm days this winter but the sea wind always seems to blow cold. It’s a lonely, quiet, and very peaceful spot on the globe. Greens have gone grey. Sky blue has been masked over by mist. Miles of beach and a backdrop of pine is all there is.
We darted around like gliders in the sky, kicked up some sand and ruffled through piles of drift wood. Then we just stopped and stared. There were some gulls that flew low and we said hi to a little girl digging in the sand. There’s a surfer out there in the waves though he’s not even a speck in this shot. Then after a while we got back in the car, cranked the heat, did our chores and got the heck to higher ground.