Every so often, I develop a craving for salt air and sand. Fortunately, the Oregon coast is exactly 100 miles from my front door. Well, give or take a few inches. All I’ve got to do to quench my thirst is hop in the car, point it west, and start driving. Less than two hours later I reach the edge of the continent. How convenient is that?
My destination is usually Cannon Beach. It’s a charming, non-touristy small town that is fun to walk around in, the scenery is gorgeous, and the beach itself is a huge expanse of sand that stretches, uninterrupted, for miles. Plus, it’s got Haystack Rock, probably the most scenic spot along the Oregon coast. Anybody who has seen The Goonies will recognize it.
Friday, I felt that old familiar longing, so I decided to take a day trip to the coast. I could go on and on, but this is one of those rare instances where words are superfluous. I’ll just let my pictures talk.
All in all, I had a great day. I walked up and down the beach for a couple of hours, enjoying the crashing surf and stuffing my pockets full of sand dollars. Unfortunately these aren’t legal currency, but they’re nice to look at. There’s something about the solitude of a weekday afternoon along the coast, especially in winter, that soothes the mind and evaporates your stress. It’s that primitive pull of the ocean, much like the ebb and flow of the tides, that draws me to the shores of the Pacific every so often. I know I’ll return a couple more times this year – I always do. Sometimes (though not often) it’s sunny and the skies are blue, but I prefer the gray storminess that is so prevalent along the Oregon coast. Somehow, that just feels like the perfect backdrop to the powerful, unpredictable sea.
One more photo before I go. I was inspired by a photographer friend to play around with this photo, adjusting the contrast, saturation, and tint. In its natural state, this shot of Haystack Rock is kind of bland – washed out background, barely visible trace of sun. With a few adjustments, it turns into something else entirely. I don’t know if this is considered a “real” photograph since it’s been touched up, but I like it.