I rode in this contraption.
Actually, I paid money to ride in this contraption.
Apparently this is called a sandrail, and its purpose is to drive at alarmingly fast speeds over the highest sand dunes that the Oregon coast has to offer.
I can tell you that Oregon has some pretty serious sand dunes.
And I can tell you that a good portion of that sand ended up plastered to the side of my face while I was seated in the right rear seat of the sandrail, which incidentally was driven by a man who spent a great deal of time explaining to his prospective passengers the proper procedures for vomiting during the half hour sandrail ride for which we had just signed up.
Happily, there was no vomiting on our particular excursion.
In fact, I can actually say that I have had more challenging rides as a passenger on an ATV driven by my husband. But that's another story.
The ride was fun, but the scenery was breathtaking. I had no idea that evergreens and beaches could coincide.