The “not so usual” Rocks and Driftwood of Harris Beach SP, Oregon

The bright green moss and reflected sunlight are what caught my attention with this rock at Harris Beach State Park near Brookings, Oregon.

The pounding surf and towering sea stacks at Harris Beach State Park near Brookings, Oregon tend to pull your view up and outward. It’s easy to skip looking down. So far in this series, I’ve introduced tide pools and sea stacks. Today I am going to feature the beauty and personality of smaller rocks and driftwood.

I was amused that the bike tracks here look like they may have been left by this rock as it wandered across the beach and made a right turn.
The tide flowing in and out would soon disturb these calm waters among the rocks. I liked the contrast between the sunlight on the rock and the darker water.
A low tide shot with water flowing out toward the ocean.
The tide was flowing in here.
This rock had an obvious personality, but I’m not sure what it was.
Layers of sedimentary rock deposited over eons and then bent by the earth’s moving mantle.
This basalt rock had quartz veins running through it.
Chunks of the rock had broken off and been rounded by the pounding surf. Peggy gathered a number of them and put them in my pack. (One of my jobs is to carry rocks that Peggy gathers. ) She brought the rocks home and added them to her ever-growing rock garden.
Imagine how high the sea must have been to place this giant, storm-tossed log this far above the beach.
I find driftwood endlessly fascinating because of the way it displays patterns in the wood. Color was an added factor here.
I’ll conclude with my favorite. On next Friday’s travel blog I’ll feature a dramatic hole in one of the sea stacks and finish the series with sunset on the beach shots.

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24 thoughts on “The “not so usual” Rocks and Driftwood of Harris Beach SP, Oregon

  1. Ah, the simple pleasures. It’s been too long since I’ve been to the coast. For a while at least I think the coastal towns closer to Portland were asking folks to stay home as they simply weren’t equipped to handle the crowds in a pandemic. I’m not sure what their current attitude is – I’m sure they’d like to make a living. Are things reasonably sane in Brookings?

    • We didn’t have any problems in the places we have visited over the past six moths on the coast, Dave, including Brookings, Bandon, Coos Bay and Florence. Coastal towns were understandably up tight for the first three months or so of the pandemic. We are always careful to mask up and social distance. I’d say give it a try. –Curt

  2. Wow, such beauty in your post and pictures Curt. The power of nature never fails to amaze me and I love the shapes, textures, shells and rocks at the beach. Such treasured gifts! 💖💖💖

    • Laughing. There are limits, Peggy, usually in the range of 10-15 pounds depending on such factors as distance and whether I am already carrying something else. One of the rocks she had me put in the back of our truck was over a hundred pounds. That’s pushing it! 🙂 –Curt

  3. The rock you said had personality looked to me to be a walrus working his way back out to sea.
    Great pictures, Curt. And I don’t blame Peggy, I’d like to put some of those rocks in my garden too!

  4. One of the things I especially enjoyed about this series is the sheer variety of images. They’re proof that a rock never is “just a rock,” and so on. The last five photos of driftwood reminded me of bones. Perhaps some invisible hand has been out there throwing the bones!

    • Rocks have personalities and beauty, Linda. No doubt about it. On top of that there is the story they tell about millions of years of earths history.
      The variety reflects the reality of life on the edge where numerous species have an opportunity to thrive and the forces of nature are more easily discernible.
      And finally, the white of the driftwood shares the white of bones. I find them both beautiful. I might note, a big ‘invisible hand,’ given the size of some of the driftwood! Do I hear the ocean laughing? 🙂 –Curt

  5. Each rock seems to have its own personality. And the water and shadows add more dimension. Thanks for sharing this to us Southerners who have only been to Oregon once. I’d love to do it all over again . . . more slowly.

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