The waves were rolling in at 10 ft reaching about 30 ft during high tide. Huge Logs were thrown against the beach like match sticks. The storm raged with a power that put ever cell in my body on electrical overload.I stood atop a 100 ft. cliff with shaking hands praying my fear of hights away. In the midst of the storm there was beauty beyond anything I could have imagined.
Click The above photo to take you to what I saw at the beginning of the trail at Tillamook head over looking the southern part of the cove. After 15 years, this is here my life and job have taken me.....Taking huge risks searching for beauty. and bits of light in the darkest of places.
