Wendy and Emma steam off into the fog on our first hike in the Samuel Boardman Corridor.
Thistles are still in active bloom in these here parts.
Russ and Emma take advantage of a summit view bench along the route.
This is the wild Oregon coast at its very best. We are entirely alone in this spot, no crowds, no guardrails, no maps. The trails are mostly unmarked.
Emma negotiates the tricky climb known as "the ridge".
That razor thin fin is actually the trail. Wendy was dubious, but I talked her and Emma into going first.
Suddenly 3 wise men appear. We're just not sure what they're using their wisdom for.
Classic coastal fall foliage - with a little fog thrown in for good measure.
We still aren't sure what the wise men are trying to do. They are very busy though and seem to be positioning into a triangular formation.
The Rare and World-Famous Emerald Snail. It's shell is coated with pure emerald. Or pure Emeril. I can't remember which.
More wildlife.
The last climb out to the parking lot. And snacks.
Just up the road, an overlook view of the head we were just exploring.
The Trees of Mystery. Or reasonable facsimile.
Followed by the newest competing Oregon roadside attrraction - The Trees of Doom.
There's cliffs everywhere. And very few places to land gracefully.
There is always road work.
Gold Beach motel strip.
Anyone who dares to stay at this one is very brave.
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