I had trouble deciding between two pictures, so you get them both.
This is the Oregon Coast. The Pacific Ocean as a storm rolls in. To be standing on the cliffs with the wind blowing, and the occasional raindrop from the leading edge of the storm, as the waves BOOM against the rocks below you...it's amazing, and awesome, in the "full of awe" meaning of the word. I didn't grow up ON the coast, but it was only an hour and a half away, so we were there several times a year.
It's not like this pansy east coast bullshit where there's no waves and it's shallow and warm. The Pacific is a cold, dangerous, treacherous beast. I was brought up knowing if you get caught in an undertow, swim parallel to the coast. Never turn your back on the waves. If you're going farther in than, say, knee deep, it's advised you wear a lifejacket. Take PRECAUTIONS. There's no lifeguards on the upper west coast, you have to fend for yourself.
But that untamed wildness is why I like it.