Today was my last day of work on the overlook.
The morning started out cloudy and raining, but this is the way I choose to remember Bird/Goat Island. I knew the biologist from the Bandon NWR was coming to pick up my equipment this morning, so I only set up the scope…nothing more.
That’s when I began to take stock of my summer spent on the Oregon coast. What an experience it has been. I could never forget the grandeur of the Redwoods, and the joy I experienced from friends and family that I visited with. Not the least of which was the saga of the Apache tear stone.
And there’s not much you can say about the scenic Oregon coast except spectacularly wonderful! I spent many an hour absorbing the beauty and drama of life that many folks don’t even know exists along this coastline.
Wildlife is abundant if you take the time to stop and look. While I couldn’t get many photos of the nesting seabirds, spending twenty some hours a week watching their lives taught me a lot. I think I did a good job of introducing others to these wonders as well.
And then there was the people watching from my post on high. From school groups, to families playing in the sand, to scuba fishermen, and even a wedding on the beach; it really never was boring.
Of course there was the very common fog. It took me some time to adjust to that, along with the windy and cold conditions on the overlook, but overall I’m glad I spent this summer on the Oregon coast. I’ll certainly never forget it.
I’ve spent the last week or so slowly getting things packed up and ready to go for my next assignment. Tomorrow I’ll finish things up and head out on Sunday for the dreaded drive on Hwy 199 to Grants Pass. I’m not looking forward to that, but I’m hoping traveling on a Sunday will mean few to no logging trucks to encounter. It’s a winding twisty road through the mountains on two lanes, but only about twenty miles of it should give me heartburn.
In the meantime, I have to figure out if I really want to climb up on top of the rig tomorrow to sweep off what I’m sure is a vast accumulation of pine needles on the roof and slide out awnings. It really should be done, but I’m just not crazy about going up the ladder to get on top. I’d feel better if someone was steadying the ladder for me. Sometimes, it sucks to get old.
THE END!! Goodbye Oregon Islands National Wildlife Refuge and Harris Beach State Park!
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy