Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Understanding how ancient fishes evolved from sea to land is easy in Oregon where there is little difference between the two environments. Spring has been wetter than a mermaid's beachtowel this year. It's been wet enough that I've heard people that were born and raised here say things like, "hmm, little dampish these days". I still suspect that native Oregonians are born with gills. We've been spending time in the coastal range which gets about 100 inches of rain per year. (That's the equivalent of two wet feet of rain per day.)
The further north you travel along oregon's coast, the wetter it gets, but the beaches become amazing collections of surf-splashed eroded lava rock formations and tree-lined cliffs along the shore. We took some surfing lessons at cannon beach and after 3 days of trying, we can now get into our wetsuits without falling over.
For you parents-to-be, try to build the strength and composure you'll need by strapping a rabid ferret to your back and walking around town as if it were totally normal. If you've got a friend willing to talk jibberish through a megaphone at you, you'll be all set for toddler-times.
Haystack rock at cannon beach is covered by enormous starfish and a slow circling cloud of seagulls. Nala caught a nasty case of barnacles there.
SIT!

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