a gold beach sunset
A perfect day… warm, without any wind to speak of, with a colorful sunset. Couldn’t ask for any more.
A bit of follow up on the beached whale- we drove by it today and it looks like they’re chopping up the pieces and burning them. A bystander said that the Hatfield Marine Science Center will likely take the skeleton to display at its research and educational institution in Newport, Oregon. We may even get to discover what the cause of death might have been. I can’t say I envy the folks who were down on the beach chopping up that gigantic, stinking carcass.
To me, homesteading is the solution of all poverty’s problems, but I realize that temperament has much to do with success in any undertaking, and persons afraid of coyotes and work and loneliness had better let ranching alone. At the same time, any woman who can stand her own company, can see the beauty of the sunset, loves growing things, and is willing to put in as much time at careful labor as she does over the washtub, will certainly succeed; will have independence, plenty to eat all the time, and a home of her own in the end.
― Elinore Pruitt Stewart,