Large rock formations jetting out made it impossible to get around even at the lowest of tides. Up and over was the only path. No path though, or road either for that matter. Just light rain, scrub brush and pine. A bit of bushwacking required here, when trying to get a vantage point of the merging of the Salmon River and the Pacific. Very strange feeling indeed as one inches up a steep slope hugging the edge for a view….
" I ascended the first spur of the mountain with much fatigue, through an intolerable thickets of small pine, added to this the hills were so steep that I was compelled to draw myself up by the assistance of those bushes".
“O’ the joy…. we are in view of the ocean, this great Pacific Ocean which we been so long anxious to see. And the roaring or noise made by the waves braking on the rocky shores may be heard distinctly."
Lewis and Clark (November 13, 1805)
Clinching the grassy slope with both hands and feeling the force of the wind, he is reminded that the edge of the continent is in his hands. Squinting out at the cycle of tide and wave, he thinks of those that may not be cognizant that they actually can stare out with all of America at their back. Simple really…..but he has met many in the inner city and rural towns who have yet to know this beyond television. Step away the lens and into the view.
