I am sad to reach mile 363 of Oregon’s Pacific Coast Highway. It means my adventure is coming to an end. California is just around the bend and this is my turn around point. What a wonderful trip this has been.
My last few days I camped at Harris Beach State Park, just north of Brookings, where there’s a lovely beach. It’s not a large, but there are some wonderful rock arrangements there. I particularly love the colors of these rocks:
I drew this sitting on a rock about 30 feet from the edge of the surf. It was sunny and warm with only a slight breeze. I paused often simply to watch the waves come in and be grateful for the opportunity to sit there and draw. It was totally blissful.
Later in the day the wind came up and I sought the refuge of my van for easier drawing. I don’t know if the wind is a constant afternoon thing or particularly strong because of the warm temperatures. My next visit I will plan to draw earlier in the morning and later in the day when the wind settles down. Weather and light are important factors.