When you see the number of photos here, and reflect upon the fact they only represent a fragment of the things we saw and did, you’ll not believe me when I say this was the most laid-back geotrip Lockwood and I have ever taken. Nevertheless, it was. We were kicking back in the hotel rooms at a decent hour, we never arrived in a town ten minutes after all of the restaurants closed, and we weren’t even sore at the end of it. I’d say that doesn’t qualify as a real geotrip, but the number of rocks now weighing down my kitchen counter state otherwise.
I’ve begun research, and shall soon be regaling you with in-depth tales of The Things We Saw. But we’ll start with the outtakes, first. Observe your intrepid blogger observing geology (plus some other things).
On Day One, we zipped over to Newport for a bit and headed over to see the tsunami exhibit. This is pretty much it: a chunk of the dock that washed up on Agate Beach, and a sign. Also, it says you’re a fourteen-minute walk to high ground from there. Also, we don’t quite know why they built a state-of-the-art facility in a tsunami hazard zone when it seems it could have easily been sited on high ground. Sigh.
The exhibit isn’t much yet, but you can step inside the dock. As much as the thing weighed, it was mostly hollow – I think Lockwood said it had been filled with something like Styrofoam.
No, I’m not very badly sunburned. I’m on my knees, practically upside-down, holding my breath whilst straining to hold the camera several feet from me pointed at the darlingtonia flower. I suffer for my art, people. Do you see what I put myself through in order to get you excellent shots without destroying precious natural areas?
Actually, it mostly wasn’t that hard.
Granted, my knees are getting old, and my hair weighed roughly ten thousand pounds (it’s since been hacked off), and it was cold and damp and oh noes somebody call the waaahmbulance!
(Those of you mourning my fallen hair can join me at the boo-hoospital. It’s not that short. And it’ll grow back. This shit’s like kudzu.)
3. Beach rocks at Gold Beach.
So this is a neat one. If it was in the ocean, it’d be a seastack. And one side looks perfectly solid, then you come round to the other and see this big gash filled with wedged-in blocks. They were stable enough for me to pose with them, but I wouldn’t stand there for any length of time. Certainly wouldn’t want to be there if even a minor earthquake happened nearby.
You can ask me what it’s made of. Go ahead. Ask. And I’ll look at you somberly, and say, “Fuck if I remember.” But it was awesome.
By the way, I’m officially 5’6″ without my shoes. So yeah. Mighty big blocks o’ rock. Whatever that rock was.
More soon. For now, the trails are calling my name, and then I really have to get the rocks off the counter so I can stop eating out…