Logs levitate too.
This is not a pipe.
Still life with sheltie.
Much like the Bates Motel, our house for this trip looms on a windswept hill overlooking The Cape of Good Sock.
One thing, our backyard is very skinny, and the cliffs continue their rampant recession.
trail marker sweater
Emma Sherpa Brown Sock is eleven years old and now accepts the odd lift to complete a climb.
The windswept edge of Newport at Nye Beach.
A playtime before the storm rolls in. We have played this game before.
The race to get the cover on the baby stroller before the drops begin to fall.
Our stormwatching post. Oh, there it is.
The storm makes land - but we are nice and warm in our cozy house with the eroding cliffs.
Angry surf - the birds are none too happy either.
The wind, rain and surf go nuts.
storm casualties
Ol' Glory is straining the flagpole next door.
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