Beachside State Recreaction Area, OR

2009-07-26: Along the coastal highway, the dense fog obscured any view of the ocean, though visibility on the ridge upon which the road sat was decent. I set up camp and limped to the showers as quickly as possible, thinking even a cold shower in a small stall would be a relief. Rather than that, it was warm and larger than many I'd seen elsewhere. The late afternoon sunlight diffused through the fog to create an evenly lit environment in which the passage of time was difficult to gauge.

I descended the sandy path to the beach, and there I gazed upon what appeared to be a place of infinite greyness, while somewhere, which seemed neither near or far, the ocean's waves ground against the shore, their crashing seemingly diminished by the grey clouds. This was the only audible sound. Shadowy silhouettes of other beach goers seemed to materialise out of the fog, only to disappear shortly afterwards.