I hope to turn in a longer entry, but a picture is worth a thousand words, correct?

We spent Saturday night at a beachfront cabin on the Oregon Coast in a small town called Netarts (nee-tarts). The cabin was an outrageous bargain – directly on the beach, with a complete kitchen (dishwasher, microwave, etcetera), and feturing miscellaneous amazing antiques, including what appeared to be a completely original turn-of-the-century floor lamp, a freestanding cabinet Victrola that included a selection of 78s (but sadly, did not play becasue the tone arm was stiff), and a basket full of stereopticon views, with stereopticon (among the views were several selections from the time of the United States’ 1898 invasion of Cuba, including views of American volunteers, President McKinley’s cabinet, soldiers writing home, a battleship in harbor, a sentimental series depicting the veteran’s return, and finally, the gravesite of the assassinated McKinley).

And topping it off, a fireplace. Damn!

However much the cabin amazed me – it felt as though we were staying in a friend’s house – the spectacular beach walks wowed me more. We’ll be returning, without a doubt.

Here’s the full galleries: March 22 | March 23

And a few selections:

	Viv in the distance. This is just about high tide and it’s around 5:30 pm.
	A Suntory whiskey bottle. One of quite a few Japanese bottles that had apparently crossed the ocean. We, in fact, found not one, but two blown-glass fishing floats.
	Clouds reflected in the wet tidal flats. The flats extend way, way out from the bluffs and are quite hard-packed. This picture was taken at around 11 am, near low tide.
	One of many factory-trawler (I assume – it’s obviously for a big net) net fishing floats we saw. This one, and then all of them, became “Wilson.”
	I’m holding a group of mussels, each one at least six inches long. It’s heavy. We did not eat them. I believe the beach is a state park.
	The start of a long walk. The three off-shore rocks on the horizon are about two miles away, and we walked beyond them, to the beach front of the next little town to the north, Oceanside. We ate lunch there and then walked back, on the hard-packed sand of the beach the whole way.