Like so many mornings when we stay at Cannon Beach, I quietly dressed, grabbed my camera and slipped out the door of our room. Out on the beach, I kicked off my shoes, leaving them near the stairs and wandered passed Ecola Creek. When we first stayed here, I ran with the speaker's wife. While she was jumping and skipping the rest of...








My bare feet were covered in sand as I trudged along the beach when I heard the telltale shriek of an eagle. I am used to that sound along the Nooksack River at home but not here. Instantly I picked my head up, looking around trying to spot it in the tall pines. Then I turned a different direction and squinting towards the...