This is between Toledo and Newport. It is quiet here. Oysters lived here, native to this place, many decades ago. They become hugely popular, even shipped to San Francisco. They don’t live here anymore, they were all eaten. The Yaquina tribe also doesn’t live here anymore. 80% died from smallpox. The remaining survivors faced other hardships, like being whipped if they practiced their own spirituality instead of christianity.
But, look rainbows!
They need to update the historic signage to be less about the white settlers and more about the indigenous people. I volunteer to be on the writing team!
Nye beach, in Newport, is spectacular.
The beach is best celebrated using dog photos!
I would like to have visited this place and taken a warm salty swim. A natatorium means a swimming pool. Natare is to swim, in latin.
The bayfront reminds me of my family, being there with them as a kid. The journey reminds me of them: the creek along hwy. 20, the mossy trees, the light coming through, the memories of the sting of nettles, the smell of skunk cabbage. I remember my mom telling me about the plants and the people she knew.
When you visit places, try to learn a little bit about the story of the indigenous people of that place.
“they don’t live here anymore. They were all eaten”. the end
The End.
I hope you do write to the tourist board . Please feel free to add my name!
Thanks, Mary!