Yesterday we headed west to the coast to Cannon Beach. The coastline is ravaged by powerful storms in winter, thick fog and misty skies cover the shoreline in much of summer. This was the case yesterday, as we neared the coast, the skies were grey and showers were the order of the day. We arrived at Cannon Beach and headed north to Indian Beach in the Ecola State Park. We left the warmth of the car, put on our raincoats and headed for the first of many lookouts. Even though the weather was against us, the mist covered cliffs were a wonderful sight. Some of the trees were showing the signs of an entire lifetime of battling the strong winds that sweep up and over the cliffs.
At the next lookout I captured a few pictures of people in the distance on the beach below. The waves extended a long way up the beach, leaving a wet surface that reflected the shapes of the people below.
A distant lighthouse served to warn all sea travellers of the dangers of the rough a treacherous coastline, and now is a privately owned place where cremated bodies are stored.
Next we headed to Oregon’s biggest and busiest resort town of Seaside. This has everything, kitschy souvenirs, video games and lots of people cruising up and down the street, walking and driving. At the beach end of the street there is nowhere for cars to go but to turn around on the roundabout and head back from where they came, only to repeat it over and over again. “The Prom” is Seaside’s 2 mile long boardwalk which seems to stretch off in both directions from the roundabout.
Cannon Beach is only a short trip away to the south and has been a favourite getaway place for generations of Portlanders. Cannon Beach is also the home of Haystack Rock, the third tallest sea stack in the world.
When we arrived in Cannon Beach, the weather was still grey, overcast and wet. I tried my hand at some long exposures to try to capture the moodiness of the scene to the right (Haystack Rock) and to the left (the endless beach).
These pictures were taken late in the day more or less into the setting sun.
The weather forecast for the next day was not predicting a change for the better, with more rough weather on the way. I decided an early rise the next morning would be the way to capture the Haystack bathed in the morning light, with bright blue skies and dry. I got out of my warm bed at 5.30, made my way downstairs, walked about 200 yards, the wind had picked up, so had the rain, I looked around the corner of the motel only to see…….FOG and MIST. I was so diligent to achieve my early morning picture…….I went back to bed!
By 6.30 the rain and wind had stopped and the mist was lifting, I made my way back down to the beach and headed for the rock. After about an hour of looking and trying to get a good photo, a patch of blue sky appeared, then the sun rose above the lofty pines that run along the length of the beach, and I got some shots.
As quickly as the blue sky came, part of a rainbow appeared and the blue sky was being swallowed up.
We travelled further to the south and saw some more wonderful coastline, then we headed inland and made our way back to Portland. We had a great couple of days, and thanks go to Christine and Victor for sharing this wonderful part of Oregon with us.
Tomorrow, a day of rest, then we leave for Las Vegas on Friday and out to the Grand Canyon. Let the heat begin, forecast temperature for Portland on Sunday is 23, Las Vegas, 41.
So, bye for now
Lance and Barbara