LOOKING FOR THE HAYSTACK
A gorgeous, warm misty morning on Cannon Beach.A band of fog hung over the beach, enveloping the view of the ocean and the famous Haystack Rock .
Crashing waves could be heard but not seen. Shadowy people could be barely seen, like ghosts on the sand.
We were told that the rock was a leisurely mile long stroll southward along the beach.
If you did not know that this gigantic rock was out there, lurking in the fog, you would completely miss it.
As we got closer, we could make out a dark shadow on fog. At first I wasn't sure if I was just imagining I could see it , by wishful thinking.
There was something mystical about this pilgrimage to the rock.
Then suddenly, it jumped out right in front of us by a combination of the fog lifting and our closer proximity
Then, we could also see out to sea, finally able to see the crashing waves that moments before could only be heard.