Road trip down the Oregon coast

September 16, 2011 at 5:25 pm | Posted in design, photography, travel | 2 Comments
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There’s a reason why the Oregon coast is called the coast and not the beach—it’s very foggy and chilly all year long—summer included. We were in Oregon for the last week of August and I layered on my cardigans and a all-weather jacket and scarf for this trip.

With the chill there is a mood in the air. I imagined it being home to poets and artists. Despite the clouds and fog, the majesty of the mountains and evergreens were nothing like I had ever experienced. There is no comparison to what we have on the east coast. My God, it was beautiful.
It was our anniversary and we had an apartment booked in Cannon Beach. Just like the beginning of the trip in Portland, we really didn’t know what to expect. As we were driving along the coast—as you do on the coast of Oregon—we spotted the most grandiose rock that was jutting out from the ocean.

We jumped out of the car and climbed down a windy path to the sand as the fog gathered around the sea. We could barely see in front of us.

But we stayed and peered out to the ocean … and little by little the fog cleared. That gigantic rock formation is called “The Haystack”

As it cleared even more, we spotted puffins on top of the rock. Those little birds had formed a whole colony up there.

Our perfect little lodgey apartment.

That evening, after the sunset, we hiked back to the beach in total darkness to have a beach bonfire (no pictures unfortunately). The air was full of mist and we really struggled to get the fire going. The air was even colder but we eventually got the fire going strong. We sat there for a long while and became hypnotized by the dancing flames. We held hands and listened to the waves.

The next day, we continued our journey south and stopped intermittently when we saw beautiful nature preserves. Words cannot describe the beauty of the evergreens. They were so lush and tall.

This tree is thought to be over 800 years old.

Our goal was to make it to Newport Beach before sundown. We didn’t have a place in mind to stay—we felt so lucky that we happened upon this adorable beach motel that was literally on the sand. They had one room left—the “antique” room. It looked like something out of your grandma’s house. Frilly doilies, prints of Renoir paintings and a hanging chandelier.

The best part about the room of course was the picture window that looked out to the ocean. Even though it was mostly too foggy to see, we slept with the windows open and heard the sound of the waves all through the night.
A faux fireplace really did keep the room toasty.

Daryle: looking out at sea with binoculars supplied in the room. Me: trying to take a picture of us.

Walking around on our private beach. The tide would come in and form little wave pools on the beach. I bet thunderstorms are incredible to watch from inside. Piles and piles of driftwood.

We carried on exploring the sites of Newport.

And had the best dinner at a restaurant called Local Ocean. Originally we were planning on going to the famous restaurant called Mo’s but the innkeeper advised us to try something a little less commercial with the freshest seafood possible. One of the best meals we had while we were there.


We drove to Florence, and spotted the Sea Lions Caves—a total tourist trap, but stopped anyway.

Those sea lions are really loud and rough with one another.

A sea lion skeleton.

Looking in from the cave.



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  1. Love the great pictures :)

  2. so great! it looks like you guys had a great trip

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