“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” – Andre Gide
I grew up on the east coast of the United States. I’ve lived my entire life along it. For decades the furthest west I’d even been was to New Orleans – which is to say, not west at all. The past few years I’ve traveled westward. We spent some months in Phoenix. I had a weekend in San Francisco. Even had a stop-over in Salt Lake City. But I had never spent any real time along the west coast.
It is a place that has held my dreams for years and I have so looked forward to being here. My father always told me not to get my hopes up because it leads to disappointment. But in this one instance, I am going to have to disregard that advice. We are here in Vancouver, minutes north of Portland, Oregon, and it hasn’t disappointed – not in the least.
We’ve been here exactly one week and already we’ve had the best adventures. We found a landscape that was so mesmerizing the boys thought it was from a video game. We hiked to the lower and upper falls of a waterfall along the Columbia River Gorge. And yesterday we drove to meet the Pacific Ocean for the first time.
My big boys didn’t exactly understand my excitement with the day. They said that my fascination with nature had officially gone too far and that it was “just a big body of water.” I couldn’t help it, though. To spend your whole life on one coast of the country to then find yourself all the way on the other side of this massive land mass was a pretty big deal to me. And, oh my, it was a brilliant first impression.
When doing a quick Google search of the Oregon coast you’ll find rocky beaches, fog-ladened forests, turbulent coastlines, cliffs, surfers, tide pools, and trees so large and massive they command respect. I actually felt a bit of pressure – self-inflicted – not knowing precisely where to go to see it all while not being overrun with tourists. A hard task this popular time of year, I found.
Fortunately, the weather was on my side and hiking isn’t something that the masses tend to spend their time doing while exploring a coast. When driving west from Portland on US-26 there was a steady stream of cars heading east. I got slightly giddy thinking of everyone leaving the coast before we got there. The weather was dreary – a bit blustery – which deterred most people but was exactly what I was looking for.
We drove straight to Ecola State Park, north of the picturesque Cannon Beach, to start our day with a hike. The reviews of the hike were excellent so I had high hopes. My first view view of the ocean was from the parking lot. That in itself was exciting for me, but the trail held so many more wonders that I soon replaced that initial view with some real stunners.
We spent six hours hiking and walking along the beach. It London-misted (drizzled), was foggy, was windy, and even cleared up long enough for me to sunburn. It was like the coast was putting on a weather-show for me so I could see it all in one day. Everything was so perfect at the park that I scrapped the rest of the plans for the day and enjoyed every minute right where we were.
I can’t post all the photos from the day, but here are a few. None of the photos have been editing in any way – this is exactly how the camera captured it.