First, sprinkles. Then rain fell at the South Jetty.<\/p>\n
I made my way along the trail. I was wearing my special rain stocking cap. My mind moved with rain.<\/p>\n
The tide was out and I found my favorite gap in the crumbling rocks. I began to enter the gap when the smell of cedar caught me. I love the smell of cedar in the rain. I looked around and noticed the fresh remains of cut cedar driftlogs, chainsawed, red shavings and saw dust everywhere.<\/p>\n
The cedar fiends had struck, in the night, perhaps, because I had visited this spot 24 hours ago and the logs were intact.<\/p>\n
I kept moving south down the beach and found more cedar shavings and a newly cut cedar round. I sat down on it and ate my meager breakfast suffused with the aroma of cedar.<\/p>\n
Who are these fiends? I’ve never seen one in 20 years of Oregon beach rambling. Not one. I have seen evidence of their handiwork, dozens of times. They always take the choicest cuts. They know their wood.<\/p>\n
Technically, this cedar harvesting is illegal. So is building a driftwood fort. I wonder if anyone has ever been caught or cited.<\/p>\n
I suspect the wood is used for crafting, perhaps kindling every now and then. Maybe some shakes. It might just be a hobby for lovers of a sacred wood. If I ever met one of the fiends, I would ask.<\/p>\n
It just occurred to me: why hasn’t anyone distilled a spirit from cedar?<\/p>\n
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