Anodyne
Saturday, May 15, 2004
 
Cape Blanco, Oregon. Got into the campground right at dusk, fog moving through the dark trees. Down to the cliff edge with my headlamp, the beam disappearing into several hundred feet of air and the sound of surf crashing far below.

In the morning the fog was gone. I walked the cliffs at 6am, sunrise, pinkish-red heather, wild purple orchids everywhere. Constant wind. Down to the beach on the cape's west side, where I scrambled boulders, dodged waves, checked out thousands of beached blue jellyfish, and found a small dead baby seal, with one very large bite missing from its back, courtesy, judging by the tooth-marks, what novelist Kem Nunn calls a Silent Grey Fellow. Brrr.
- posted by cjb @ 7:51 AM


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