…life? sun? breeze? fucked-up hoopla? You decide. Here are some pictures, scenes from the 804 trail in Yachats. (Even though it looks like the sound you’d make hacking up a hairball, Yachats is pronounced ‘Ya-hawts’)
What’s cute is you’ve got this ominous sign posted, right before you walk along a benign foot-path right out of a Disney movie. I think they’re just trying to screen out the timorous sea-peepers.
The fairest way to describe this stretch of coast-line is ‘retardedly picturesque’.
As always, click to enlarge what you want to enlarge. (Wouldn’t it be cool if you could do that in real life?)
Let’s play a little game called, ‘Find the sea-penis!’. If you ever owned a movie poster from ‘The Little Mermaid‘, you already know how to play.
No luck? There ya go. I’m like your genie of the phallus. Just… don’t… rub anything.
This little cove, just one of many inlets to discover tucked along the 804.
Jonathon Livingston, I presume?
Always end with just a *splash* of color.