“The ocean was alive with little peaks …. every swell was born in a different place, made from a specific recipe of wind, time, and water, …… each wave was unique as a fingerprint. It has its own provenance and its own destiny, clashing against its neighbors or merging with them, leaping out of the seascape or dissolving back into it.”
The Wave by Susan Casey
Last night, we received the first storm of the season. Yesterday, I spent about a half hour standing on the south jetty at Clatsop waiting for the perfect wave. As the tide continued to rise and the waves pummeled the jetty, I decided that this one would have to suffice. Fall has officially arrive and I already miss summer.