One a windy day
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
In the late 1950s I owned a dump truck. Oregon was moving US 101 off Humbug Mountain and running it along the beach south of Gold Beach. I brought rock from a about ten miles up-stream of the Rogue River. It took an hour to make a turn.
Like your pier, each time I came within view of the Pacific it was different from an hour earlier.