The Central Oregon Coast
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Going incowgnito…
The rain had eased up considerably overnight but the next morning promised little; a light drizzle had already descended. Over a breakfast of fatty and briny Tillamook Bay Oysters at Downie’s Cafe, just south of the hotel in Bay City, we continued discussing whether to cut the strip short; the Tillamook Creamery and then straight Continue reading
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A room with a sea view…
The real highlight of the trip. Laying on the bed closest to the open window and hearing the crash of the waves on the shore. The unmistakable scent of salt in the air. Seagulls cawing in the distance. The chilly ocean air mingling with the heat from the fireplace heater. Thoughts slowly emptying from the Continue reading
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Beauty and the beach…
After our uplifting experience at the Cascades Raptor Center, we headed west on OR-126 to where the Siuslaw River emptied into the Pacific Ocean, the seaside town of Florence, our first destination on the Central Oregon coast. Here was what I had hoped San Juan Island would have been: kitschy souvenir shops, galleries showcasing local Continue reading
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Up close and birdsonal…
I pantomimed to Bob that I would give my opinion of the Breve latte and made-on-the-premises cinnamon roll from Wandering Goat Coffee Company after the train laden with wood planks and electric poles had trundled passed. What was all this talk about inflated lumber prices? Low supply? The seemingly endless stream of train carts was Continue reading
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An unfamiliar road many times traveled…
The next morning, I had eavesdropped (if it could be called that) on the most asinine and pretentious conversation I had heard in a long time while we waited for our breakfast to arrive. But what would you expect at a place called Petite Provence. How dull was your life that you discussed the rationale Continue reading
