We traveled to the coast yesterday. Sounds exciting, but, really it’s relaxing. Boring from another’s perspective.
We go often . . . any chance we get. Lincoln City, Oregon is only an hour from us and it is a beautiful drive.
Lincoln City also has a great beach that we can drive right down on and park. Oh, I’ve probably rambled about this beach before, since that is where we end up the majority of the time.
We usually scout a spot to set up our mini day-camp. We arrived late in the afternoon so a campfire was planned. We have seating but Justin requires there also be a driftwood log present for seating and . . . for esthetic appeal perhaps.
Sometimes there is a site with a log already set up and ready for use around a fire pit. We’ve lucked out on one such occasion . . . thank you to whomever went through the pain of moving that log and setting up that fire pit!
But yesterday was not one of those times. Justin searched around for a driftwood log. Finally deciding on one, he attempted to pick the thing up by himself. I don’t know if you have ever attempted to move a driftwood log, but they are heavy. At least the ones I’ve encountered. He was able to pick one end up at a time, but not the whole thing. Dragging it was proving futile as well, thanks to the log’s location; on deep, dry sand.
“Too much friction,” is what Justin kept saying.
But the log, which I named, Log, had been CHOSEN, so there was no such thing as giving up and sitting in the lawn chairs we brought. Nope, Log must be moved, must be brought back to our mini day-camp, or we would all die of loneliness.
Perhaps some photos would help bring understanding. Well, at least let you look as some crazy photos of a log. I mean Log.
Made of Driftwood, Log had been burned, as you can see. Who could do such a thing to Log . . . we will use you as you were intentioned. No worries.
Dragging Log to our destination was what we settled on. Well, Justin settled on. I attempted to lift the small end of the log to help push it at first . . . when I found it to be really really really really really heavy . . . I would of given up. But notta.
Too much friction, according to my super smart man, meant that we needed to have it be able to slide over the sand on something besides it’s god-given bark. So we wrapped it in our grass mat thingy that cost a whole of 5 bucks and was falling apart anyway . . . Not sure why that would create less friction than Log’s surface, but hey, Justin is super smart so I don’t question him. I just take pictures for proof.
The first attempt was to wrap the part that was dragging the most, drag rope on the heavy end. This was proving to be very hard.
Then the wrap got moved to the heavy end as well. He ended up dragging it 3/4 of the way like this, though it appeared to be, also, very hard.
Oh, good photo . . . he’s dragging it. And you can see our mini day-camp in the near distance (is that an oxymoron?), with the blue mini-tent. Mini mini mini. Bet Justin was wishing that Log was a bit more mini.
And, because Justin is super smart, he figured out the mat really wasn’t working and took it off. Rope too. Oh, and we didn’t give up . . . we just gave up on the reducing the friction.
Justin is not a weak guy. He’s actually mega-strong, in the book of Mother Tucker, so this is truly a heavy Log. He resorted to just maneuvering it towards our mini-camp. I use the word maneuver for lack of a better word to describe the swinging it, kind of end over end, motion that was taking place.
As you can see, we had witnesses. Awesome.
The whole event really took it out of Justin. He got Log to it’s resting place but then had to recoup a little. Nothing better for recuperation, than staring at the ocean. For reals.
And all of it was well worth it . . . especially from my stand-point. 🙂
About an hour later, we were roasting and toasting. Good times!
And such a great day at the beach!
Mother Tucker 