March 12, 2017

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Most of mile 11's beach area isn't visited by many people. It's a bit steep so I rarely encounter anyone where sea meets land.Usually folks are walking the Coast Trail. Today was no exception. I forged on down the now very sloshy deer path and was surprised as I approached the bluff before the beach to see what I'd usually call driftwood flung up on top of the12 foot bluff. Meanwhile the bluff itself was quickly (in geologic time) oozing and losing some stature - erosion significant. Much driftwood has been deposited. I paced the grandaddy of logs at 82'. I sighted a few oystercatchers, gulls and crows. A couple of Oregon song sparrows flitted close by acting a little giddy. A chevron of winged ones ducked behind the morning fog before my binoculars could get a bead on them. A rock where I've seen many gulls and cormorants a bit off shore had been rained clean of its white icing of droppings. I found a large pile of thick rope I couldn't free. It had become entangled under a rock. I came back later with knife and pack and hoofed it out. The little sand that usually remains at this time of year was thinner and the rocks were bigger. Awesome powers at work. I tried to attach pictures but too big.