My first look at the ocean was a fight of about four months from the time I arrived from Arkansas. My freind, Amber and I were bound and determined not to let anything stop us from finally laying eyes on the ocean.We drove from Creswell, Or. Amber picked me up from where we were staying and we headed to the coast. We drove down roads and towns and through mountains just to see the ocean. I could smell it and it was driving me crazy but I could not see it yet. Then we hit sand and hardly no road. We were discouraged. Amber pulled the car over and I could hear the ocean and feel it hitting the beach, but I couldn't see the ocean yet. We returned to the car and drove a bit longer. It seemed like a long time before we finally stopped the car yet again and again, the ocean was just on the other side of a huge sand dune. Amber climbed it first and so I headed up the steep grade of sand. I rolled and slid and fought to get up the hill.I finally reached the top and peered out over the most awesome sight I had ever seen.These are the pics.The Lowel picture was taken on the way home from an art show at the Blackberry fest last summer.
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