Low tide

My favorite spot on the Oregon coast remained unnamed by English speakers till recently. It’s a kind of natural stonehenge south of Cape Perpetua: boulders by the sea, encrusted with barnacles and limpets, caressed by seaweeds. At low tide, a few undaunted purple and orange sea stars cling low on the rockface, sucking at limpets. We waited for low tide and went walking among canyons, delighted by patterns on rocks and in sand. There’s a sign there now, they’re calling it “Neptune North,” and more people have shown up to enjoy it, but still not what you’d call a crowd. (Extras.)

July 20 backblipped as well.