Content and photos by Brenda J Pederson
April 2016
Although I'm technically still about 50 miles away, my heart knows I'm getting close to the Oregon coast as soon as I cross the Lewis and Clark bridge from Washington into Oregon.
I'm anxious to get to the "real" coast but accept that slow-moving traffic along the winding, mostly two-lane highway will delay the arrival at my destination. If we're moving slow enough, it gives me time to soak in the sights as I drive through rural forests and tiny towns, many of which have seen better days.
Sometimes my first stop will be Astoria. In the last several years Astoria has seen a resurgence in popularity due to a revitalization of the town. Although it's no longer a major port, it is the entry way for inland ports including Portland, 100 miles east on the Columbia River.
From Astoria, Highway 101 heads south. Generally, my destination is Cannon Beach or a nearby hamlet, but I'd be happy anywhere along this coast. I come for the beaches, cliffs and waves; the power and beauty of the Pacific Ocean. The exact location isn't important. Oregon has miles of wild and wonderful coastline where I relax, reset, rejuvenate.
Along the coast, all seasons are magic. It's often perfect weather when you least expect it and the opposite can be true. Fog wraps it in mystery, sun brings blinding shimmer, storms highlight nature's power; the water is too cold for swimming - although that doesn't stop the young and young-at-heart from wading until their feet are numb.
A long weekend is just enough time to refresh my spirit. But, as I leave, I'm planning my return.
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