Have A Clue
Tuesday. We are tired, our back hurts, but we are currently in Yachats, Oregon, in a motel room with a view of the ocean (this is the off season and prices are, well, embarrassingly low and I am, I don't know, one of three or four checked in customers at the moment at five-thirty in the afternoon) after lots of hours on the road. Six, seven hours I believe coming up the coast. Now I did stop at every possible point to take pictures. That was the idea. I'm not sure how far it is to where my sister lives in Lake Oswego just south of Portland from here, but it's no more than, say, a two hour drive, less than a hundred miles. So maybe we'll continue tomorrow with our stopping at every possible place to view the ocean too, doodle-dee-do.
Not with that aching back.
Our aching back. It will be fine when I wake up in the morning. It's, you know, a long drive where I took many photographs. I even included a visit to The Sea Lion Caves, something I've been meaning to do for the last sixty years, a visit everyone I've ever known (from Oregon or Washington) has not only visited, but bought a bumper sticker attesting to the fact and slapped it on their car. Now I too can say I've been to the Sea Lion caves, although I ain't sportin no stickers on my bumper because it never occurred to me to buy one. A good time to visit, very few people passing through, I was able to park right up next to the entrance. In the summer months there are long lines and I'm not altogether good with long lines waiting to descent 200 feet in an elevator. Better than stairs. No summer crowds with stairs I'd bet.
And you saw Sea Lions.
More than you want to know. You take an elevator down two hundred feet through solid rock and then some stairs to watch them in the semi-darkness with waves breaking through the entrance to the sea. This is where the low light settings on the new cameras came in handy as they don't allow flash. I was shooting at ISO's of 10,000 and 12,000 without apparent difficulty. The camera was seeing light better in some ways that I was. The cave itself has a Dante's Inferno quality about it, although it is essentially a rookery and nobody was, to my unpracticed eye, fighting.
So I'll look through all of the pictures later when I'm rested, maybe some back and post one or two more that I think are better. For now it's late and I'm tired. And feeling pretty good, here in Yachats, which I've been through before, know how to pronounce, but about which otherwise don't have a clue.
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