{"id":3139,"date":"2017-08-31T06:55:57","date_gmt":"2017-08-31T13:55:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3139"},"modified":"2017-08-31T06:55:57","modified_gmt":"2017-08-31T13:55:57","slug":"fort-crab","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/fort-crab\/","title":{"rendered":"Fort Crab"},"content":{"rendered":"

A driftwood fort reeks. That’s a first for me in a thousand driftwood forts. Someone or multiple persons decorated the fort’s exterior and interior with crab shells and crab legs, probably 30 pieces of crab altogether. Someone even staked up a crab shell like the pig’s head in Lord of the Flies<\/i>. There’s a gathering of feathers and rocks, too. I dub this structure Fort Crab and adorn it with a chunk of crab buoy discovered ten minutes ago at the wrack line near the South Jetty.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I brought my breakfast to breakfast at the fort: Yuban coffee, tap water, plum, two hard boiled eggs, bagel and cream cheese. The sand finds its way into every taste and bite.<\/p>\n

The ocean is a uniform gray with bleach-white breakers. I am the only one here for miles around.<\/p>\n

My dearly departed husky enters my mind. She’s still visiting me in my dreams. I have some newcomers to my dreams as well, dead people from my former life.<\/p>\n

An assembly of gulls on the wet sand point south into the wind. They almost seem like a phalanx.<\/p>\n

Why do I sit here on this driftlog and write this rumination? I wonder who will read it? Are my driftwood and jetty thoughts merely circumlocutions? Saying it too slant? Can they reach landfall? Are they merely clouds that never get to rain?<\/p>\n

Can I go the distance? The 15th<\/sup> round? A draw? Can I make it into the fifth set? Can I rally on the back nine into the gale? Can I kick at the end of the distance race and dive across the tape? There is no pinch hit scenario in fashioning a sports metaphor for my current predicament.<\/p>\n

I’ve seen the spout from a whale’s blowhole three times in 20 years of rambling Oregon Coast beaches. The third time is happening right now.<\/p>\n

Whales practice democracy and some sing mysterious songs. Perhaps they are singing the song of democracy. We can’t hear it. We’re oblivious to its clarion call; we’re underwater with rage and superstition.<\/p>\n

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