We’re not meant to fit in. We’re meant to stand out.
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

Vermilion Flycatcher, Tucson, Arizona 2008
We’re not meant to fit in. We’re meant to stand out.
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

Vermilion Flycatcher, Tucson, Arizona 2008
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
~ Maya Angelou

Leafy Spurge Hawkmoth caterpillar, Theodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota 2010
It’s not what happens to you. It’s what you do before it, during it, and after it.
~ Alan Weiss

Desert Bluebell, Tucson, Arizona 2008
If you make a mistake, don’t live in it.
~ Benjamin Alire Saenz

Tarantula Wasp with Tarantula, Tucson, Arizona 2012
If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made up of.
~ Bruce Lee

Petroglyphs featuring Horseback Riders, Arches National Park, Utah 2006
I cannot give you the formula for success but I can give you the formula for failure. It is: Try to please everybody.
~ Herbert Bayard Swope

Western Diamond-backed Rattlesnake, Sweetwater Wetlands, Tucson, Arizona 2014
In all things it is better to hope than to despair.
~ Johann W. von Goethe

Western Meadowlark, Lower Klamath National Wildlife Refuge, California/Oregon 2008
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
~ William Shakespeare

Reflection, Lincoln City, Oregon 2018
A short video of one of the blessing dances at Cape Lookout State Park on June 30th:
Two weekends ago I spent the day at Cape Lookout State Park. I arrived early in the morning to catch low tide and enjoyed wandering the southern section of Netarts Spit. The ocean was gentle that day but signs of the ocean’s immense power surrounded me. The entire campground is only a few feet above sea level and large portions of it have eroded away in the past few years.
The state has reinforced sections with massive sand bags but even those cannot withstand the fierce winter storms. This past January, storms overtopped the spit and swept debris some 300′ into the picnic area. While damaging, that is nothing compared to the chaos visible at the south end of the spit. As the ground rises to meet the Cape Lookout headland the cliff face contains graphic evidence of destruction from the tsunami of 1700; trees twisted and encased in a layer of black soil (see photos below).
On January 26, 1700 an earthquake, rated around 9 on the Moment Magnitude Scale, struck in the Cascadia subduction zone along the Pacific Northwest Coast. The resulting tsunami not only overtook forests and carried debris far inland on the North American continent but it caused damage in Japan some 4800 miles away.
In a way it is a good thing that the tsunami reached Japan as it enabled geologists to pinpoint the exact date of the event. Native Americans living in the Pacific Northwest had oral histories testifying to the extent of the damage (entire villages inundated and destroyed) but these lacked the precision of a written record.
Dendrochronology helped narrow down the timeframe, as the last growing season of the massive trees was 1699, which put the event somewhere between October 1699 and February 1700. That information, cross-referenced with written accounts of a tsunami reaching Japanese shores, led researchers to the exact date of the earthquake.
The area is still active, with the Juan de Fuca plate sliding under the North American plate at a rate of roughly 2.5 inches each year. On the plus side, this action causes enough uplift to parts of Oregon and Washington that it counteracts the annual rise of sea level. Yay!
The downside is that this convergent plate boundary has geologists extremely worried. Based on previous intervals (of roughly 500 years) the region is due for a massive quake. If that occurs, all the sand bags in the world couldn’t protect Cape Lookout State Park. FEMA’s outlook for the region is dire, “Our operating assumption is that everything west of Interstate 5 will be toast.” Now there’s a cheery thought!
Fortunately, on the day I visited, Huecha Omeyocan, a group dedicated to honoring MesoAmerican rituals, held a ceremonial dance blessing the coast. Perhaps their efforts will ward off the Big One for a few hundred more years…