"Trestles it is not. But restricted access to Lighthouse Beach is no less tragic a tale."
Lighthouse Beach is a pretty, if unremarkable, stretch of sand squished between between Yoakam Point in the south and Cape Arago on its northern flank.
But, if you live in Oregon, maybe you learned to surf there, maybe it’s where you teach your kid to scramble into his/her/their first few walls.
This morning a missive from BeachGrit reader Loren Harwood, the email titled South Coast Fuckery.
“Sounds like an interesting article right?” writes Harwood. “I mean if anyone gives a flying fuck about a shitty little beach break on Cape Arago where children have learned to surf badly for generations.
“Far from the hallowed reefs of La Jolla or name brand breaks of Santa Cruz rests a charming little spot on the Oregon Coast called Lighthouse Beach. Closeout shithouse surf is miraculously transformed before your very eyes into consistent reef setups and hollow rights if you only look through the eyes of the 12 year old kid on a foamy grinning from ear to ear while hypothermia slowly creeps in through worn spots in his Craigslist acquired wetsuit.
“Enter transplants from SoCal via Wyoming with an MD after their name and behold the Allegory of the Cave, South Coast Style.
“Good old boy bullshit. Ah yes, the veneer must be preserved at all cost lest the vapors escape the carefully controlled environment that is Coos County.
“Trestles it is not. But restricted access to Lighthouse Beach is no less tragic a tale that, unlike Trestles, has become a reality in this place I call home.”
Lovers of LHB have created a website, freelighthousebeach.com, where you can donate to the cause, join the sit-in protests every Sunday and sign a petition.
The beach is for everyone, VALS excepted, no?
Or am I being old-fashioned?