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Beach, friends, Garibaldi, golden retriever, leisure, lighthouse, Netarts, Oregon, Pacific Ocean, Tillamook, Tillamook Air Museum, Tillamook Cheese Factory, Trask River
Apologies to my intrepid followers for that last post of too many words. What a good and dedicated bunch of peeps you are! Sometimes my fingers just get going and I can’t get ‘em to quit. (The same thing happens with my feet, too, which you’ll learn more about in the next segment.) This post will be mostly images. 
Coastal fog welcomed me to Netarts, Oregon. Well, so did my friends. But frankly, after all the heat, the smoke, and the fires, being enveloped in moisture was a spa-like experience. Netarts is a tiny community on a hooked finger of land that juts into the Pacific Ocean just south of Tillamook, Oregon. There’s much to see and do around Tillamook: the Tillamook Cheese Factory, the Tillamook Air Museum, the Garibaldi Maritime Museum, The Three Capes Scenic Loop, a plethora of light houses and miles and miles of beaches that offer crabbing, clamming, and fishing, kayaking, and just plain being.
Cape Mears Lighthouse
Inside the lighthouse
Wedding party at Tillamook Bay
Since I’d already done many of the touristy things and so had my friends with their previous hordes of guests, we were content to soak up the cool weather, the sea food, the farmer’s market, and each other’s company.
Of course, my friends’ two Golden Retrievers provided additional entertainment. 
How did Lewis and Clark hack their way through these forests to discover the Pacific Ocean?
It was blissfully quiet and peaceful. 
All things must come to an end, and it wouldn’t be a Linda adventure without a little . . . of what comes next.
Rangewriter 
Awww… Love that area Thanks for the pictures and thoughts.
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Thanks for dropping by! 😉
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Lovely photos. I especially like the river name in the first one. 😉
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Teehee! I had to double back for that one! And then I learned that you have roots in the area. Maybe the river was named after one of your ancestors! 😉
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Lots of pictures! Good for me, he he he. Great photos, Linda. My favorite is ‘Inside the lighthouse’. Such a great composition! Flowers are all time favorites. 🙂
Thanks for sharing.
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Oh it’s funny you picked the inside the lighthouse one. There was a crowd of people in there and I was trying to hurry to take interesting shots in between pushy people with weird exposure challenges. It was a true “point & pray” shot! Thanks for your encouragement. 😉
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The coast of Oregon is really lovely. You capture its beauty and diversity in these pictures. It’s a beautiful series of photographs. And it looks like you had a great time there.
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Thanks. Your praise means a lot!
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Hospital hole ? and it’s closed ?
I don’t get the sign about figuring out who has been swimming naked.
The photos are wonderful. Love that location with the islands off-shore. Hope the smoke cleared away while you were gone.
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You know, I don’t exactly get it either, Sybil. I suppose, after the tide goes out, all those empty shells resemble abandoned clothes? I dunno. It’s kitsch and places like this seem to attract kitsch like sand attracts bare feet.
A fire started between Portland and Boise very near to where I had traveled on the way to the coast. As I drove home I could see the smoke billowing and building, but luckily the wind carried it westward and my eastward journey was clear and sunny.
When I got home there was still some smoke but soon we had cooler temps and some rain which went a long way to clearing the air and aiding the firefighters. Some fires will burn on until the snow flies, but the most dangerous ones around here are now contained.
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Love the pictures and the sign about the tide going out. You can be as wordy as you like. Ta ta. BTG
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Thanks for being so forgiving! So, maybe you can explain to Sybil just what that sign means…;-)
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It actually has two meanings for me. My favorite is the girls in my high school used to go out in the ocean and come back in swapped swimsuits. If the waves were too strong, there would be some scurrying to locate the lost part of the suit. Once in awhile an embarassed lass would come ashore covering parts with her hands or begging for someone to bring a towel. The other is if you own a pool, you will invariably swim sans suit. Same holds true for the ocean. You just need to keep a good grip and watch for jellyfish. Of course, I may be making all of this up. :>)
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Whoa! Well, I never went to your high school! 😉
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Plain being, my favourite pastime 🙂 Beautiful pictures again, my favourites are the sand-and-water ones. What else!
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We are the lucky ones to recognize how important {plain being” is!
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Too many words? Linda, that thought never crosses my mind when I’m here.
Tillamook sounds like a perfect vacation spot. I hope to get there someday. Thanks for telling us about it, and showing us, too.
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You’re always too kind, Charles! Thanks.
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I like the name, and the place. But I must write about what I just noticed for the first time on your blog. You have a certain way of putting pictures with your posts — a little collection of tiny snapshots, one after the other. That was what I noticed the first time I visited you. It is a remarkable discovery, because it shows how you don’t dismiss the visual, but rather allow it to support the verbal. Lovely. Thank you.
PS: I’d never swim naked, with or without the tide. But then, who knows? I keep changing my mind. 😀
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Thank you my friend. You are so astute to notice what I don’t even know I’m doing!
And remember, you have the right to change your mind! You are a woman. 😉
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God I want to go back to the coast. …sigh…
I love the inside-the-lighthouse shot of the fan that looks like a giant eye. Wow.
I grew up near beaches and used to see versions of that sign a lot. We always thought it was a tacit acknowledgement of that deep human love of skinny-dipping we all share. I mean really, who can resist the sensual, delicious, erotic feeling of cool water gliding over every last square inch of skin? Who?
My favorite photo is the last one of a fog-draped figure…alone.
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I knew you’d like that one, Dia. It turned out better than I thought it would.
I think what you’re seeing as a fan is actually the lenses of the lighthouse, which were specially cut and crafted and came all the way from France. Now don’t ask me why they came from France…I was too busy trying to sneak my over-sized camera through a crowd of elbow to elbow visitors.
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