The skunk cabbage was beginning to bloom, and it wafted over the parking lot. It doesn't really smell like skunks, but it does have a pungent aroma.
When The Child went to visit the boat landing there, I thought it looked vaguely familiar. Later, as we climbed and I looked across the river at the little cove, I realized I was looking at Camp Westwind.
I thought we were going to the beach, but I should have realized it would be more of a hike since we were meeting N and G. I typically get cold at the beach, and I didn't exactly trust the temperature forecast, since a cloud and the wind can make the coast feel ten degrees colder than expected. So, I ended up wearing jean, a white turtleneck, and a long-sleeved purple cowboy shirt. (Mark accuses me--rightly--of always being underdressed on these ventures, and I probably over-compensated.) N commented that I was very well dressed for a hike. I noticed that all the Oregonians were dressed in tank-tops and shorts.
We hiked through a nature conservancy area. At first we were in the shade of trees and followed a little stream. The setting reminded me of the upper Reed College canyon. It was a little warm, even in the shade, and whenever we happened upon a tributary stream, we appreciated the cooler air surrounding it. I took off the purple shirt I wore as an outer layer.
We broke out of the trees and followed the path through swaying, calf-high grasses. Several small birds, possibly falcons (they had cross-bow shaped wingspans and square tails) flew overhead, along with vultures and some bald eagles. The wind cresting over the south side of the slope made me with for a hang-glider.
After about an hour or so of hiking, resting, and climbing, we made it to the geological marker near the top. At this point I discovered that both the batteries in my camera and in its case were dead. So no pictures of this hike.
After a light lunch of sandwiches, cheese and crackers, and chocolate. We hiked back down. I had a nice conversation with N about writing, kids, and learning styles.
Then we drove to a beach near Lincoln City's lighthouse court. It also has a cute name that I can't remember.
The Child ran to the surf. When it lapped over my bare feet I thought my feet were going to freeze off.
I spent some time talking with G, and then went to strand with my beach compass to make geometrical figures in the sand. After a while, I looked at my arms. There was a sharp tan line just above my elbows; below it my arms were getting sunburnt, above it, my triceps were pasty white. It looked like I was wearing very long red gloves.
Monday morning I woke up a little sore and tired.