This morning we headed toward the Oregon Coast to see my
parents in Florence. We hung out for a
few hours catching up, then went north to Yachats for dinner. The restaurant advertised fresh halibut and
chips as one of their specials. I was
dubious about the “fresh” part. Then a
truck pulled up pulling a trailer full of big, flat fish. A man got out and started hauling them
one-by-one over his shoulder toward the kitchen. I asked the waitress and she said they were
the halibut for the special. I was convinced and ordered
it, as did Marc and my dad. My mom’s joke
of the day: “We came to Yachats just for
the halibut.”
On our way back, we stopped at the tidepools. It was low tide and we were able to find lots
of mussels and anenomes but not much more up close. In the deeper channels, we saw plenty of
starfish clinging to the walls as the waves pounded in and out. We also visited Old Town Florence, which
feels like a New England fishing village.
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| Poor man's version of Sea Lion Caves, just outside their gates. |
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| Tidepool brimming with anenomes. |
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| Yachats lighthouse. |
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