Yachats

(Pronounced Ya-hots). Adobe Inn. On the beach. Second floor. Sleep to the sound of the waves through the open patio door (the sound through the patio door, not the waves). This is a very nice place to be. It’s cooler here. We gave up nineties for sixties, but a walk on the beach in a sweatshirt is still a walk on the beach, crashing waves, tidepools, seagulls calling, pelicans sliding silently by.

And we got a new bird! Was it the chestnut backed chickadee, purple finch, mountain quail? No. It was the pigeon guillemot! Who knew that was coming? But there he was, bobbing around in the swells, just offshore. It was clear through the binocs exactly what he was. The other bird was not so easy. Our best guess, juvenile common murre.