f0rl0ls on February 1st, 2021 at 05:07 UTC »
Olympic peninsula out by forks?
GraniteHammer05 on February 1st, 2021 at 06:16 UTC »
I feel like I was just at that exact place, is that ruby beach?
Schuano on February 1st, 2021 at 07:02 UTC »
I once was there, eating a trail mix with raisins peanuts and Cheerios, walking with a friend across the drying sand flats of the beach.
A single cheerio fell down and started getting blown by the wind and rolling like a wheel.... And it just kept rolling.
100 feet... Going strong across the sand.
200 feet ... Still rolling
At this point we realized we were watching a miracle.
We started clearing the lane... Moving rocks and sticks out of the way...
300 feet... Still going.
We carried a flat piece of driftwood so we could help the cheerio ford the little streams running down to the water.
400 feet and we were cheering.
This cheerio was making the journey. The wind was the wheel and the wheel was the wind.
Around 800 feet... We were looking at this cheerio and uttering prayers. There was no way the wind would stay so constant for so long.
At 1000 feet, the wind died and the roll halted... But it didn't topple... It was still upright...
Then the wind came back and kept rolling.
We spent an hour chasing a cheerio across the sand.
f0rl0ls on February 1st, 2021 at 05:07 UTC »
Olympic peninsula out by forks?
GraniteHammer05 on February 1st, 2021 at 06:16 UTC »
I feel like I was just at that exact place, is that ruby beach?
Schuano on February 1st, 2021 at 07:02 UTC »
I once was there, eating a trail mix with raisins peanuts and Cheerios, walking with a friend across the drying sand flats of the beach.
A single cheerio fell down and started getting blown by the wind and rolling like a wheel.... And it just kept rolling.
100 feet... Going strong across the sand.
200 feet ... Still rolling
At this point we realized we were watching a miracle.
We started clearing the lane... Moving rocks and sticks out of the way...
300 feet... Still going.
We carried a flat piece of driftwood so we could help the cheerio ford the little streams running down to the water.
400 feet and we were cheering.
This cheerio was making the journey. The wind was the wheel and the wheel was the wind.
Around 800 feet... We were looking at this cheerio and uttering prayers. There was no way the wind would stay so constant for so long.
At 1000 feet, the wind died and the roll halted... But it didn't topple... It was still upright...
Then the wind came back and kept rolling.
We spent an hour chasing a cheerio across the sand.