A testament to the fleeting Oregon summer and the overwhelming feeling that we'd "been had" with our wacky weather was the huge throng (not thong) at the nude beach on Saturday. There was not a cloud in the sky all day and the place was packed!
The best part about it for me, though, wasn't about the weather. Yes, it felt so good to get out in the sun one more time (the clouds rolled back in overnight) but the great thing about the beach last weekend was the diversity of the crowd. There were families and young women, gay men, lesbians, couples, singles, loungers, volleyball players, boaters, swimmers, strollers.....it was freaking awesome! The whole city, it seemed, came out to strip down and go au naturale all at once.
I LOVE calling this place home.
There's just one thing.....when a small flock of Sandhill Cranes flew overhead, making their signature call, we were the only ones on the whole beach who looked up. Directly overhead, they all backpedaled with their wings in unison, then turned slightly and went on, to the north. It was one of those amazing moments. As I looked up and down the beach, I realized noone else had noticed them. Cranes, people, come on! Cranes!