Thursday, September 10, 2009
sooooooooooooooooooo. Inspiration came hard for me on this one. Something local, something I love.....I was stumped. I mean, ideas did pop into my head but nothing stuck, nothing made me want to jump into the book and go for it. Time passed. Passed some more.
Then I went back home to southern Oregon to attend my sister's wedding. No, I am not from North Dakota :-) Nearly everyday I visited Harris Beach. Its an easy place to go. Beautiful. Spent loads of time there during my childhood. Body surfing under my Grandma Hoagland's watchful eyes. I surfed there with my friends as a teenager. I played in the surf at the ripe old age of 39 this summer. I even worked for the State Park Station there one summer. I haven't a clue how much time I've spent there...and I return there EVERY time I go home. I know that Rene wanted us to avoid "touristy" places but this is not a touristy place for me. It is a sanctuary for me. Its a place to laugh, a place to play, a place to be quiet, a place to breathe....to me.
If any of you find yourselves cruising down Highway 101 in southern Oregon, stop by Harris Beach. You will NOT be disappointed.
Now, onto Ian!