The only place to walk was between the driftwood and the base of the dune. I hurried along the edge of the bay, and I kept my eye on the waves that were moving the driftwood. As the tide was still coming in, I chose to walk on the roadway for my return trip.
Today was a day when many driftwood logs were lifted away from beaches where they had long resided, and floated off towards new locations. Photos were taken from the Alsea Bay bridge.
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