Although everything you’ll see is captured in just one afternoon, this will be a quite diverse journey.
We’re talking about a place called “indian sands“, part of the Samuel H. Boardman State Scenic Corridor, a precious piece of earth right along the pacific ocean, thwarted by 12 miles of Highway and 27 miles of the Oregon coast trail. We arrive in mid-day, super bright sunshine. As you can see above, we’re dealing with pretty steep, but beautiful cliffs.
The area is open to the public, without any restrictions. Pretty unlikely for a country where the coffee cups are telling you that they might contain hot liquid and peanut butter warns you about the peanuts in it. And usually at such scenic points, it’s prohibited to go anywhere interesting. Well, not in here, as you can and will see.
One of plenty different little creeks found an abrupt end in this rainbow-producing tiny waterfall, seen from atop of the arch (from picture 1).
We climb around for a bit, which is not that easy with a little bit of equipment. Also, this place is just begging for a longer exposure:
After hopping around on that outcrop for a while, we found a spot with a pretty neat surf.
As you can see, water goes in here pretty powerful, with a lot of spray. As usual, a long exposure flattens even the wildest sea. However there’s a second spot where we were able to gaze into the abyss.
As you look at this gallery, you’ll notice how the exposure of 1/320 of a second freezes the sheer power of it all. During the shoot I increased the sensitivity of the sensor so that I was able to shoot the last one in the row even faster, at 1/500 of a single second.
We were lucky enough to keep dry, even though we were standing right in the way of these huge waves. Not for long though, as it started to get cold and wet when some fog started to come in from the ocean.
Within minutes, the whole scenery became about 70% more spooky and weird-looking. Time to leave that place. We stepped up into the forest, trying to get back to the parking lot.
There was a fair amount of logging going on in that forest a while ago, which is why there are several creeks running below the walking trails, washing out the ground pretty fast. Less roots – less ground. Not to mention the Lord of the Rings-like amount of spider webs, which has nothing to do with the logging however. Not too bothered by those little friends we stumbled upon another creature.
A barred owl. Sometimes called “hoot owl” due to its distinctive call and therefor my spirit animal (me, Hooty McOwlface). Just kidding. Anyway, it flew away after a while. Which wasn’t bad at all because we reached the top of the hill already.
Everything to the left would be just water if it wasn’t for that fog, which feeds on the different temperatures of water (cold) and air (fairly warm). On top of that the sun started to set, leading to some fairly nice fog/sunset-combinations.
And another view, with advanced rocks looking pretty awesome as well.
And just because it was quite a nice evening, here’s another one.
Just a snapshot out of the car.
That probably was the one last time I’ve seen the beautiful Oregon coast (for the next couple years, I’ll come back, no worries).
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