Oak Creek in the last days of summer. Probably freezing cold.
A conversation in the forest.
The ol' irrigation channels are lush - no fall colours yet.
Dogs howl at the coyotes.
In this spot, the resident vortex usually turns unwary tourists into catatonic zombies. We wait to see what happens to those folks.
Oak Creek ambles by.
Sun dapples the waters.
This is the World-Famouse launching spot of the Lewis and Clark expedition to the Pacific via the Columbia River. Due to a surveying error that Lewis would rather forget, they got a do-over a couple of states over.
The Lewis Rocks, so named before the aforementioned mistake was discovered. The name stuck.
A crab boat dog. She has no idea what she is doing here. She should be making a fortune on the Bering Sea right now.
Oak Creek babbles past the crab boat dog - and forgives Lewis and Clark for their nav error.
The Black Helicopters have kept watch on us all day. Nothing to report.
Trees choose many different angles.
A tangle of green.
The World-Famous Buddha Beach. We directed a very grateful group of Asian Tourists here. Hope they weren't expecting a giant statue or something.
Just off the shores of Buddha Beach - a lovely zen like array of branches and shadows.
A bit more zen - but back at the big red slick rocks.
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