Hug Point

I guess you have noticed that I've been away. Monday we traveled with Jill, Isaac and Irene, and their cousin Ali, who is visiting from Nebraska, to our cabin at Rockaway Beach on the Oregon Coast.  

It took us much of the day to get there, what with stops along the way.

On Tuesday morning we took advantage of the morning low time to drive back up the coast to Hug Point State Park.

 Heading for the point.

 The sandstone headland is full of water carved caves. 

 Hugging at Hug Point.

 Hug Point is so named because before there were roads, the beach served as the stage coach passage. Here, even at low tide, travel required hugging the point in order to get around it. A rutted carriage roadway is carved out of the end of the point. 

 The crust of barnacles shows that at high tide the roadway is well under water. 

Hugging for Facebook friends and family on the point. 

Around the point, looking north, you can see Canon Beach. 

 There were lots of shelled creatures and anemones in the tide pools, but the starfish have all succumbed to starfish wasting disease.  

 Ishy squishy anemones. 

 Ali gets brave enough to touch anemone tentacles. 

 Time for more cave creeping. 

 I want to go that way.

 Nope.  Not yet. 

 Cave people.  Scary. 

 Driftwood sea monster, and someone creeping up on me from above. 

 The sea monster makes a good bench. 

 Here we go down the beach. 

 This rock has muscles.  Do you?

 Tom contemplated the rock pile. 

 Tom conquers the rock pile. 

 I stay safely on the ground, behind the camera. 

From here we made our way back to the car and then back to the cabin where cabin and beach things happened for some and Jill, Isaac and I made a trip to Fred Meyer for a shopping cart full of provisions. We ate well.