We found so many giant agates that day.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
til a landslide brings it down
Some properties on the central coast have some issues with like, having been built on crumbling clay cliffs at the edge of the ocean.
Call me stupid but if I wouldn't mind a crooked house if I got the chance to live here for awhile.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Dynamite Hole
I've walked down this path a million times!
This spot on the river is called Dynamite Hole. When my brother and I went there as children, a long peninsula of bedrock stayed dry near the rapids. We called it Crocodile Rock. I haven't seen it like that in a long time. I guess we always swam there in the summer when the water was low, but I've been back there in July or August for the last few years and Crocodile Rock is always just underwater.
The bedrock drops off steep here, and the water's really deep. In some places the rock cuts under itself and you can imagine spooky things hiding where you can't see.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Geography
This is Oregon.
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Highway 20 crosses the Coast Range from Willamette Valley to Lincoln County and the modern-day villages at the edge of the West.
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This is Lincoln County. I was born and raised here, from Siletz (pop. 1,133) to Toledo (3,472) to Newport (9,989). Now I live in New York City.
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This is Siletz. Such a spooky little geographical jewel. Look how beautifully it sits in that perfect kink in the Siletz River. If you follow the river down, North on 229, the tree-tunnel highway will spit you out on the coast near Lincoln City. If you go up the river, East on Logsden Road, you'll be like where the fuck am I?
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That is to say, you'll be in Logsden, an unincorporated community in the middle of beautiful nowhere.
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Some people who leave home for long find themselves recalling and enshrining some particular place back in the old country that might never have seemed extraordinary if it hadn't been left behind. My grandfather's house was in Logsden, and my childhood memories of four-wheeling up old logging roads, picking sour grass and fishing way up in the gorge sound like some wild fucking dreams when I share them anywhere else.
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My grandfather's house was across this bridge and down a gravel road, and we can't get that far with Google Street View.
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Highway 20 crosses the Coast Range from Willamette Valley to Lincoln County and the modern-day villages at the edge of the West.
View Larger Map
This is Lincoln County. I was born and raised here, from Siletz (pop. 1,133) to Toledo (3,472) to Newport (9,989). Now I live in New York City.
View Larger Map
This is Siletz. Such a spooky little geographical jewel. Look how beautifully it sits in that perfect kink in the Siletz River. If you follow the river down, North on 229, the tree-tunnel highway will spit you out on the coast near Lincoln City. If you go up the river, East on Logsden Road, you'll be like where the fuck am I?
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That is to say, you'll be in Logsden, an unincorporated community in the middle of beautiful nowhere.
View Larger Map
Some people who leave home for long find themselves recalling and enshrining some particular place back in the old country that might never have seemed extraordinary if it hadn't been left behind. My grandfather's house was in Logsden, and my childhood memories of four-wheeling up old logging roads, picking sour grass and fishing way up in the gorge sound like some wild fucking dreams when I share them anywhere else.
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My grandfather's house was across this bridge and down a gravel road, and we can't get that far with Google Street View.
Backroads
Near the Siletz River gorge. The first time I heard my parents say "This was all trees when I was growing up" was a formative moment in my life. I do not want to drive down these roads and remember when there WERE trees. Permanent anxiety.
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