Grandmother Bernice loaned us her place at Otter Crest Resort in Oregon. Remember, you’ve been there too? Did you see otters then? I’ve been walking with Nona and Papa up and down Otter Creek Beach, but we haven’t seen otters. They otter be here, right? (That’s a joke. Papa says it’s called a “play on words” or a “pun.” Nona says, it’s a “pun-ishment,” and I should stop encouraging Papa.)
Another thing, we went to Devil’s Punch Bowl, and, guess what? No devil. no bowl, and no punch. Maybe these places will go onto my list of names that don’t make sense. What’s with whoever names these places?
Hey, I’m not complaining, though. Otter Crest Resort is a wonderful place to stop for a rest. Everyday, somebody leaves something new that they built on the beach, and every day the ocean comes up and washes it away. Nobody complains. They just start making another sand castle or sand sculpture.
They put all that work into making a sand castle, knowing that, when high tide comes, swish, swosh, slosh the ocean is going to destroy it. Hey, here’s something we saw on the beach that the ocean won’t destroy. Papa called it a fossil.
Papa is confusing me, though. I had thought that really old people with stodgy ideas were fossils. Well, because that’s what Papa calls them, “Why you old fossil, you” or “What an old fossil that guy is” or “When’s that old fossil coming into the 21st century anyway.”
But now Papa tells me that a fossil is a “mineralized” part of a very old plant or animal. He said it takes millions of years for the part of an animal or plant to get “mineralized” and turn into a fossil in a rock, but, I guess, it just takes a few decades for a person to turn into a fossil. That’s what Papa would call “different time scales.”
Oh, but I’m getting off track. I’m supposed to be telling you about our time here at Otter Crest Resort. (And, THANK YOU, Grandmother Bernice!) I took this rather artsie portrait of Nona and Papa on the Otter Creek Beach one afternoon.
Nona had to help me hold the camera because it’s so big and heavy for me, but the perspective was all mine. Next time, I think I’ll have some photos of a place we’re going to visit one afternoon. It’s called Newport. I wonder if it will be new or even a port? The way things are named around here, you never know until you check it out. Bye for now.
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