Excuse me, what is your poo policy?

Yesterday we took advantage of the weather and headed to the coast for the day. We went directly to Seaside, taking advantage of the Nike outlet as well as a couple other before heading to Cannon Beach for lunch at Mo's, always gotta hit up Mo's. The weather was beautiful the whole tide there and mostly clear all afternoon.

After lunch we headed to Oswald West National Park to take the trail to Short Sands beach, the trail itself was very nice. It was absolutely gorgeous, the cove made the wind die down a bit and there weren't too many people, mostly just surfers. We walked the length of the beach and just sat and enjoyed where we were. We were on no schedule so it was nice to just sit in the sun on the beach.



Once we decided to finally get up we headed back to Cannon beach to go out to Haystack Rock. The tide was out so out we went and climbed right on the rock. Neither one of us could remember the last time we actually stepped foot on Haystack itself. As we climbed up to where the sign says "do not pass" or whatever it says we just stopped and a bunch of seagulls flew overhead, Josh freaked and said it was time to get off the rock before we got hit. We got back down onto the smaller rocks that surround it and hopped from one to the next until we couldn't go any further without getting in the ocean (which we were not wanting to do). We stayed on one rock for quite a while as I waited to get a picture that I wanted, waiting for the crazy tourists to get out of the shot, but they kept going and going, I figure they were the type of people you see on the news that get stuck on the rocks and don't know how to get back. Anyway, they never got out of the shot entirely so we decided to just head back after a couple different pictures. Just then you could hear the torpedo sounds and see the droppings headed across the water towards us... I picture a scene from Pearl Harbor (or any other war movie for that matter) where they just drop one after another through the air... Then I hear Josh... "is that shit?" Yep, I said, there's some about a centimeter from my shoe. "No," he says, "on my back"... yep, right on the back of his jacket. Of course I brought 2 sweatshirts and two jackets, Josh brought the one he was wearing. We decided once you get pooed on the day is over.

We were planning on staying for the sunset but the clouds had moved in so much it wasn't going to be much of one anyway. And rather than asking what a resturants poo policy is for dinner we would just head home, stopping at Camp 18 for dinner (leaving the jacket in the car) and came home after a mostly perfect day at the beach.