Gold Beach was definitely a gem. I didn't realize what laid in store for me that morning as I stepped outside the patio door of my hotel.
I splurged on a fancy ocean-side hotel and was just going to go for a morning beach stroll. Little did I know what laid in store for me as I walked through the beach grass onto the beach.
At first glance this beach only appeared to be a normal beach; sand, rocks and driftwood.
There was enough driftwood laying around that I could use it to get some actual pictures of me. Not to mention the rain had not yet started so I could have my camera out without fear it would be drenched.
Taking pictures all alone is a tricky affair. For instance I hung my camera off of this old and weathered tree trunk root.
As I meandered down through the driftwood I saw a large pile of wood and thought...what's going on here? This seems odd. I mean the high tide can do strange things with floating driftwood but this quite a pile of wood.
But as I got closer to the pile I realized that it wasn't just a pile but a driftwood hut. A little house, adobe, shelter, etc. It was amazing.
As I walked down the beach I realized there was a whole slew of them. No other beach I had visited along the Oregon coast had these. This beach was special. It was incredible. I was so glad I decided to take a walk before I left for the next spot. If I would have skipped this beach assuming it was an ordinary beach, I would have missed this little village of driftwood huts.
After walking and exploring for awhile I started naming them because they were all different. Each of them had a niche that made them special and unique.
Here's a stroll down the Gold Beach Village of Huts:
I encountered this hut first. It was inglorious at best. Nothing really special. It's why I thought it was just a pile of driftwood.
It was long and thin like a trailer house or mobile home. Not particularly sturdy. I wondered if maybe the construction wasn't complete? It looked like a good start to something that could be better.
Onward...and this is where I started realizing there were more!
Loved the campfire with ring made out of beach stones and level stumps for sitting on.
Notice the 3 large logs they used going from the floor of the back diagonally out the front? That's what they used to layer the logs for the roof.
A view from the side.
Loved this one the most. It was epic. Built by a master craftsman. A person thinking about the future not just a one-night affair.
Look at this bad-boy. The tree stumps used as the base. How did they get them over there? Seriously? There is a stump on each side. Those had to be at least a couple hundred pounds a piece. This one took some serious man-power. Did the high tide place them in the right vicinity? Did they bring a truck and tow-rope onto the beach? Did they find a body-builder? A party of college kids with nothing to do? What do you think?
Close-up of the front door and inside. I could easily stand in here without hunching...fyi I'm only 5'4" so if you're taller than that you might have to schlump a little bit.
See the log threshold to walk over? Or is it a place to rub the gunk off your shoes before coming in? Either way.
The backside. See why I said this one was the palace? They used increasing sizes of logs to make this place sturdy and completely walled in. They used the beach grass kind of like filler or insulation. This place was built to last.
Did someone make this hut for themselves? Did they build it for random people to use? Is it single guy living further in-state that wanted a cheap place to chill during the weekends on the coast? or is it just a project for someone to work on during the weekends? Any other thoughts?
This one effectively had a sign saying "Keep Away" except there was no sign it was a labyrinth of logs and branches. Booby traps made to keep people out...unless those people are like me and were so curious they picked their way through the rubble anyway.
Not just a pile of logs, a strategic work of art. Made to stand up to man, beast and sea complete with a beach walking stick at the entrance.
A look through the doorway into the log cabin. If you look in the back it's almost like they used sand as cement to fill in the gaps between the mis-shapened logs just like you would do with a log cabin and mud.
From inside looking out and one of the side walls from the inside.
Awesome. I could have sat in this cabin with a friend, eating a smore and telling stories of the past. In fact, while I was in here it started to drizzle. I didn't feel any of it. That's how set-up this place was. I'd live here.
Kind of looks like a modge-podge of sticks but it was humble. It had the amenities it just wasn't glorious in it's magnitude like the Mansion was.
A look at one of the base pillars holding up the wall.
A view from inside looking out.
This one was wide enough across that I could have laid down and taken a nap right there.
Looks like a teepee, kind of. The right side isn't matched up with the left-side but it's still teepee-ish. Okay that's not even a word, I just made that up. It won't hold up in a scrabble game but you got the idea.
The coolest of the cool. The most inventive. The cost creative. The one you wouldn't see as a hut until you look closer. A diamond in the rough.
The cave door/opening. Very tricky to see unless you look closely. Like that girl in the back of the room who appears to be shy and unassuming but when you look closer she is a rare beauty content enough with herself to watch from afar.
A closer look at the cave.
This was one of the huts that I imagined was made by a hobo, man out on his luck, or a homeless person who needed a place to stay. It seemed like it was built as a true living quarters. Not just something fun to do but an abode.
The back wall was the sand dune and the other sides were made out of several layers of driftwood. It wasn't haphazardly made but designed with intent. The door was on the side instead of the front indicating to me that someone couldn't see inside easily without traversing through the gaggle of driftwood out front. It was purposeful in it's construction.
Details of the side.
All in all this beach was one of my favorites. I had the most fun walking and exploring all the huts. I kept wondering why? Why make them? Why so many on one beach? Class project? One person did it, then another, then another? How long did they take to make? How did they do it? Why were there so many different designs? Who lives in them? Does anyone live in them? Who uses them? Do they even get used?
My mind was just racing with all the possibilities and questions.
What do you think? Does anybody know the why?
Thank you for reading my post and if you'd like to read more about my adventures check out this link "Pacific Northwest Road Trip" it will take you to a page with a listing of all my stops along the Pacific Northwest.
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