OREGON COAST

Never Too Old To Share a Joint

Halo the dog writes about a Thunder-Effin’ good time at the beach

My dad and I chillin’ at our 3rd beach in 20 hours. I looked for decaying marine mammal to roll in but found none. Don’t let my name, Halo, fool you. I ain’t no angel. — Author Photo

A woman passes a joint to Dad. This always happens to him. A few minutes ago, we backed into a primo parking spot at a surf spot. Changing into his wetsuit, half-naked with a towel around his waist, Dad chatted up a Lesbian couple smoking a joint. And now they’re puffing away like best friends.

I’m itching to hit the beach, but I know the drill when we rock up late like this. Dad surfs first, then we’ll charge. It’s not crowded, and with no rangers around, I wander off leash, mark my territory, and look for rabbits.

We’re at Ecola State Park in Cannon Beach, OR, the first beach I ran on when I was three months old. The parking lot sits roughly 30 feet above the beach, and only a handful of parking spots back up to the cliff. Lifting my leg, changing, eating, cooking, hanging, and smoking cannabis with random people is always better with an ocean view.

View from the primo parking spots at Ecola St. Park. This was where the final scene of the original Point Break was shot. The water is cold in Oregon. A fire pit in the truck serves as a heated changing room. — Author Photos