Sometimes flying I feel as if the Happy Police are going to pop out from behind a cloud and arrest us for having too much fun. It’s simply amazing how often we’re experiencing raging bliss while aloft. Sure, I’ve said it a million times, but words just don’t measure up. Alas, nor do pix, yet I keep trying. 🙂
Here’s an example. What we saw is somewhat represented by this, but the camera brings out haze we didn’t even see and words fog up the memory of the joy elicited within our hearts.
1762 Canon Beach
Now maybe some of you have driven along this beach as we have. Breathtaking to be sure. But from the air, despite this uninspiring pic, it’s transcendent. This does at least capture some of the serenity it evokes. As with almost all of our flight, the gals had the views and photo ops. But the OR coast does have lots of rocks offshore that passed on my side, and you DO know about my fascination with rocks. 🙂
1754 Holey Brothers
I was happy to have caught this angle that shows how both islets are holed all the way thru. This next one looks like the one without cave could almost fit like a puzzle piece into the other.
1760 Fitting Islets
I like how the pelican V complements this pointy rock next to the Morro Rock miniature at Canon Beach.
1770 Pelican Parade
The colors were constantly changing as two layers of clouds played with the light, and as our angle in relation to the sun moved. But the water itself was different colors at different places along the coast. My fave pic of the water is this view most people never see, past the back side of the rocks toward the beach.
1787 Canon Beach Backside
If you click to see the large version, you can make out a lifeguard vehicle and a bunch of people doing something in the shallow water. Further offshore is another island with a lighthouse, and a very different patina.
1793 Heavy Guano Light
The birds have coated it so heavily, it shone bright white in the flashes of sunlight thru the clouds. I don’t know if it’s true, but I developed a theory that the islands further offshore tend to have smoother shapes. The idea is that birds favor rocks where few other animals (esp. predators) venture. Over millennia the acid in bird droppings eats away at the rock so that it is worn smooth by rain and weather more quickly than rocks near shore where few birds nest. So you can see that part of the fun is thinking about stuff like this. Altogether, it’s just too much fun.
John & Anne Wiley 
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