A Moment in Yachats, Oregon

We paused momentarily in the little town of Yachats to take in the beauty and brawn of the ocean. There were several formations of craggy rocks along the shore that, in combination with the crashing surf, were creating powerful sprays of water, some shooting over ten feet high. Each water spray was accompanied by a pounding "whoosh" that resonated deep in the pit of your stomach. This meditative seagull managed to remain quite stoic despite being only inches from the powerful spray.

My first real Oregon Coast road trip occurred two years ago, around this same time and I have come to view that trip as sort of a marker, a turning point on a number of levels. Much has transpired since then, mostly good, some not as good. But each trip down this coast allows me time to reflect and process and put a few more things away that needn't be left out anymore.

It's pronounced Yah-hahts.