Storm rages on

We stayed a day longer than we had planned because it was so spectacularly beautiful. Sue has been going to Yachats since she was six and had never seen anything like this. The sea was completely white a full two hundred yards from shore. Waves were astonishing. It was cold and windy, with sleet and occasional hail, but we couldn't leave it. White on white on white, with foam like whipped cream, foam tossed hundreds of yards into the air like mist. Sea salt misted our glasses, coated our lips and cameras, soaked into our hair and (it felt) into our bones. Light broke through and painted the endless whiteness with a golden white, and then it disappeared and the white became blue-gray. Trees the size of telephone poles were tossed up in the air toward shore. We stood or walked on the shore for hours. All day really. Till we were so numb we could barely move. Because we never expect to see another day like that one. I'm back in Portland now (writing on Monday) and Bella is coming soon. I'll fill in back blips when I can.