One typical Oregon Coast foggy morning north of Yachats, while taking Motorhome Maggy on a walk, we were invited for coffee and doughnuts by a couple warming themselves in front of a ‘white man’ fire (read: much to large). It was a fun experience explaining local things, as “Yacht-its,” being pronounced “Yah-hots.” They had come into this U.S. Forest Service campground after dark and were totally amazed as a bright sun blasted through to reveal a postcard view from the picnic table on the edge of a small cliff over the surf pounding the shore, Pacific style. What amazed me in return after mentioning we would be following up work done with a grandson photographing tide pools, by ‘filming’ a blowhole in the magic light of an evening which aligned with the access and safety of an ebbing tide — was that being from the Mid South, they had no idea what a tidepool was. That put a search spin on my mental database of geographic features. Besides the Pacific Northwest, and Hawaii, the only other place I have been where strong tides chip away at a dense base rock is Scotland. Perhaps the keyword phrase, “Cockles and mussels alive alive-o” might bring up more locales where sea and mountains collide in search engines, but Oregon is probably unique for outdoor training classes of fifth graders using these unique biospheric pools as classrooms. One of my photographer grandsons, Ty, as I may have mentioned, is home schooled. His mother’s idea of teaching him World Geography was to take him on a yearlong vagabond photo expedition around the world. His professional credits, at sixteen, so far include our AlaskaTravelMagazine.com, and his mothers Alaska independent travel web sites. It helps in our argument that while riding elephants in Bali might be fun, joining us in our travels for a week or two can also be a good career move. Shortly after our debating one day the genius loci explaining sea anemones, as Creationist, or Evolutionist, Ty picked up a piece of thoughtlessly discarded paper that had him questioning his academic standing, vis-à-vis a fifth grader. This was a match test which listed: Anyhow, back to our newfound friends, they tagged along that day in our dingy to see the sights, the local way. Thanks to my having a tide book (obtainable free from any tidewater business) and the experience from previous visits of exactly where one could safely sit so not be carried off to sea, they ended up as models demonstrating the Far West phenomena one can have of seemingly, “riding the waves into a sunset.” It was, they told us with tears in their eyes, the moment of their lives impossible to describe. |
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