I’m back on the Oregon coast, having driven over yesterday. There’s a moment, when you’ve carved through all the curves and topped out the last pass, that the ocean suddenly appears and you know you’ve arrived at a magic place. I’ve experienced that moment countless times over the years, but it still gave me chills yesterday. Two weeks in the Willamette Valley have not made me feel as home as one day at the coast did.
My friends and I went for a 7-mile hike through old growth Sitka spruces, crossed half a dozen feeder streams, and heard Swainson’s Thrushes on every ridge. I was in heaven.
This place is heaven.
(Photo is looking south from Cape Perpetua.)