Bandon to Manzanita

This morning I am still in Bandon, Oregon, and plan to grab some images, get cleaned up, eat breakfast and drive to Manzanita. First its grab the images. There is a minus tide this morning so there will be some unique opportunities: starfish. When the tide goes out it exposes the lower levels of the rocks on the beaches along with the pools of water surrounding them. I have heard the starfish population has been suffering of late due to, I am told, some kind of virus. I am hoping they are not all gone. I am anxious to get to the beach at first light, and since it is right across the street from where I am staying I am very pleased.

The beach is so different this morning from the night before. It as if I had relocated to and entirely new location.

One of the signature images here is Face Rock which is what the beach is named after, Face Rock Beach.

There is beauty here in the mornings that was totally unexpected given what I had experienced the night before.

And the tide is really out, it is a minus tide this morning so the starfish are observable, but there are not as many as I understand used to be here in years past.

Now it is off to Manzanita, which I am expecting to be a totally pleasant drive. Well it was, mostly, until I got to Lincoln which is three towns combined into one rather long town and it seemed there was a stop light every hundred feet and all the lights were red and and the traffic was thick and I had to get to Manzanita by 6 p.m! Guess I should not have lingered at Cape Perpetua. Oh well, relax and enjoy.

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