The Days Of Wyrd

I am right at this moment watching a fox news clip that is blah blahing about our Oregon beaches and wrecks.  They are talking about how efforts are being made to save the wrecks.  I don't see any of those efforts being made myself. 

Last weekend we stuffed the parents in the 4-wheel drive and took them to behold the George L. Olsen.  This was our third trip.  Each time we go, we see more damage to the ship.  Chunks of the outer hull are missing, revealing the unbleached wood underneath.  I would suspect people are taking  souvenirs, which is rather sad.

The ocean is taking its toll as well.

This is a previous picture I took of the shipwreck.

This is the same side of the boat as the previous picture.  I took this last weekend.  You can see how close the sand is to covering up the portholes now.  As for the back of the boat, which is still partially buried in the sand, people are being allowed to climb all over it, up and down the sea wall.  And trust me, everyone is touching the boat.  Oh sure, the cops are there, but they only seem to be interested in people who are going over 25 miles an hour.  No effort is being made WHATSOEVER to keep people from touching/climbing on/destroying the wreck.  And don't even get me started about the stupidity of destroying the New Carissa.

A reef for fish, a perch for the birds, and a wondrous site for human beings.  What's not to love?  Can our city fathers/mothers actually make a decision that makes sense?  Why tear up something that has attracted so much attention, that has provided so much entertainment.  Not to mention how much money destroying the Carissa would cost.  I just don't get it. 

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I still remember how we could smell the burning napalm.  I shit you not.  Wikipedia has a rather nice little historical piece about this ship wreck.   And if you are good little boys and girls, I will soon show you some old pictures of the new carrisa.  You won't be sorry.

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 Sometimes, the people at the boat, are every bit as interesting as the boat itself.

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 See that brave gentleman holding up the mast?  HE'S A PATRIOT.

This picture seems rather sad.  Reminiscent of the Titanic.  I typed that word with my pinky extended.  Watch me do it again.  Reminiscent.

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It seems that the newly discovered wreck has a name after all.  It is the George L. Olsen.  Supposedly you can see part of the name on the hull, but I have yet to personally determine that.  It ran aground in 1944, and then basically they just stripped it and hauled it out to sea and dumped it.  Some of the lumber that was salvaged from the ship's cargo was used to build the Baptist Church in Charleston.  Which my husband's uncle helped to build.  He was a missionary.  That was his position.  *Ahem*.

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See those two funny looking high school kids walking on the beach?  Well that tall, lanky looking one is mine.  The one wearing his nice white school shoes in the wet sand.  That looks like a baby deer just learning to walk.

This is the port side of the bow of the mystery ship.  The called it the port side so everyone would know which side of the boat to break the wine bottle on.  I could be lying. 

Another picture of the bow.  Get out to see it while you can.  This area will be closed in March because it is a snowy plover sanctuary.  And though the sand is being eaten away during the winter, it will be redeposited in the summer, when weather conditions and current directions change.  OR it could rot away. 

Oh yes, I left you a couple of big pictures behind the cut.  Just click on the little pics. 

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