The Oregon Coast

Bob Creek Wayside, Lane County, Oregon

- 23 April 2005 -


Seagull Island, Bob Creek Wayside, Lane County, Oregon.

The seagulls seemed to like that particular rock.


This is what a lot of the beach looks like at the Bob Creek Wayside -- a rocky beach with little circular pools that are full of sea anemones, starfish, hermit crabs, the occasional sculpin fish, and other, rarer critters.


You see a lot of these miniature waterfalls when you're walking along the beach in Oregon. Sometimes there are even little miniature river bluffs and distributaries and so forth, and you can explore a whole geographic system in miniature.


The coast isn't clear!


Water rushing through a cleft in the rock.



A miniature Crater Lake, but a salty one, with anemones and starfish.


There was a nifty little canyon at this beach. When the tide moved in, it rushed through the rocks and up this canyon to the sandy area above. Most of the canyon walls were smooth (except where covered by barnacles and starfish), but this basaltic section was still jagged.


A little tidepool.


Weathered tidepool-filled rocks in the foreground, ocean in the background, and a ship's light in the sunset colors of the distance.


The tidepools are always greener on the other side... or something.


A wider view.


Stunningly green.


Little anemones and barnacles.


The Coast Range and the coastal cliff -- backdrop to all of the tidepool goodness.


Look carefully on the left side of the picture, and you'll see underwater squiggles! (If you're into that sort of thing, that is.) 


Barnacles (the beige stuff). Mussels (the black stuff). Anemones (which look like "spoiled Spaghetti-Os of the sea" in this shot).



A pool of a tidal nature.


Fish of a star nature.


A wider view of Mr. Starfish and his general neighborhood.


Looking up the coast. 


"Splash! Splash!" goes Pacificus the wave.


More tidepool goodness.


The tidepools at Bob Creek Wayside are seemingly divided into a lot of different "islands" with channels between them. I wonder if perhaps the channels began as small tidepools that weathered together over time. Anyhow, getting around out here involves a lot of hopping across tidal channels in the rock.  


Rocky tidepool goodness, and some random person (whom I officially name "Alfred"). 


The Mighty Backdrop of Justice. 


Goodness of a tidepool nature. 


This is a really pretty miniature canyon -- it's one of the largest canyons between the islands in the tide on this part of the coast.


Observe the canyon as it, um, drains. Yes.


Behold -- the canyon fills up with the waters of the tide! It's like magic! Except not.


Notice the sea, lurking above eye level in the background. I am below sea level. At the beach. O.o

Huzzah for the protective layer of basalt that made this possible!


Tide-mottled basalt. 


More o' the same. 


It's Bob Rock, named after its resemblance to the face of coastal pioneer Bob von Schmecken (1791-1956), who attempted to farm this section of the beac--

No. But it's scenic, isn't it?


Facing Bob Rock and his massive nose of justice.


Different rocks, closer to the ocean.


The mighty ocean of Pacificness -- alterer of landscapes, washer of the rocks, abode of critters aplenty.


Some rocks and some water.


Eventide pinkness can be seen in the sky and its oceanic reflection.


Rocks with funky weathering patterns.


The ship's light, maritime beacon that it is.


The light slowly begins to fade.


And fade...


And fade... 


Meanwhile, facing away from the ocean...  


The ship's light was pretty, out there on the horizon. 


But it, too, must fade.


Fade, fade, maritime scene, into the pinkness before darkness at the end of the day.


A rosy sunset on the Oregon coast.


A tablet of flat wood.


Good night, ocean.


Good night, coastal hills.


Some text written in mid-2005; some text written 29 December 2005.
Last updated 20 January 2006.

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