Glass Floats

Hello there, this is Nelson Olmsted, and I'm about to take you beachcombing on the Oregon coast. Before I start, let's listen to Clint Gueber, who has a few words from Pacific Power. Welcome once again to Stories of Pacific Powerland, a presentation of Pacific Power and Life, the company that has been serving the electric needs of the region's homes, farms, and industries

through more than half a century of progress and growth. Now let's join Pacific Powerland's favorite storyteller, Nelson Olmsted. The mist of morning swirls in from the ocean, prowls about the driftwood shapes of the beach.

A Pacific storm has passed in the night, but with the dawn the shore is calm again, only the thundering of the breakers and a lonely cry of a seabird can be heard. And yet from somewhere on the Misty Beach, come voices.

A curious time and place for human conversation. Let's listen. Hey, look, mine found a blue one. Hey, that's a beauty. I have three and one's a rolling pin. I think we just about covered this section.

Let's move up the beach ways. And the family group poking eagerly in the piles of driftwood, digging into hummocks of sand, move slowly out of sight along the beach. The beachcombers are seeking the most prized jetson, the Pacific cast ashore, glass fishing floats.

These curious relics from the sea washer by the thousands along the entire western coast but the broad beach at seaside oragon seems to be one of the most productive hunting grounds for these attractive glass balls anywhere in the west as a result glass floats are a never-ending topic of conversation and speculation among seaside