...that this place is not about us, never has been and never will be. And the history it teaches us is what we must learn, yet never seem willing to study.
It's rare to see the water this high on the Yaquina river. We planned a mid-winter row in our skiff today on a strong ebb tide, but a powerful Pacific storm came in this morning, opposing the current. The highest tide of the year was instantly increased to flood stage by these conditions.
This is the launch ramp we regularly use, 13 miles inland from the ocean. The winds at Beaufort 8 and surge from the ocean, this far upriver! And as the tide was turning, this is what we found... The air is saturated with spray from the standing waves and driving rain. One of those days when the atmosphere and the sea merge.
Not conducive to launching a row boat.
On the way home, we drove under a cluster of large trees that was slowly collapsing across the road as a result of their roots being undermined by flood waters.
So we spent the remainder of the last day of 2009 contemplating the power and majesty of nature, over which we have for so long presumed to have such mastery.
Imagine...that it is not all about us.