The Mists of Oregon

Cape Lookout
My father and I stayed close to where the ocean had wet the sand enough to make for easy walking. The ground was soft, but solid. Low tide pulled the sand out to sea as we made our way down the beach at Cape Lookout.

At one point he turned to me, “you want to keep walking?”

I’d stopped next to a small depression filled with imperfectly arranged stones, half a shattered sand dollar, and a small puddle of water too fearful to run out with the tide.

“Yes,” I replied, looking up from the stones at my feet. “I want to see what’s down there.”

I pointed south. Mossy crags curved into the sea at the other end of the beach. Something glittered on the walls there and I wanted to see it.

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