Near the coastal town of Yachats, the waves come crashing into rocky crevasses that have names like Devil’s Churn and Cook’s Chasm.

It’s easy to imagine smuggler’s crafts being dashed against the rocks or losing ones small children (or big children, husband, or friends) to a gaping abyss

which is why I spent a lot of time standing guard on rocks enforcing a safety perimeter.

They were also warned by this sign but a sign can’t chide or threaten the way I can, and doesn’t have my penchant for assuming disaster is right around the corner. Well actually this one does. Good job sign.

Eventually we moved on to calmer waters and I was able to pull that stick out of my ass.

Back at Cape Perpetua campground we enjoyed many fine beverages of a relaxing nature and the kids fooled around in this picturesque creek.

Dashman did some spying on me. He’s sneaky like that.

It was a beautiful spot to camp. Despite the mosquitoes and a screaming kid in the next campsite we had a jolly good time. It was especially nice to camp without The Worst Dogs In The World who stayed home with B Rabbit and Peanut. They would have fallen into the abyss for sure and mail carriers the world over would have celebrated.