This is the day that we officially fell in love with the Oregon Coast. It is the morning after our first amazing night in a yurt at Harris Beach State Park. We were in this unit, the Winchuck.
Caroline is trying her best to get this kite aloft and maybe she was a little successful, but not what she needed to feel it. The rock in the background is Goat Island here at Harris Beach.
Looking north from the parking lot of Harris Beach.
For a moment, we had a glimmer of sunlight fall upon earth here at the Arch Rock Viewpoint.
Our next stop was at Gold Beach.
Caroline was adamant that she’d get value out of this kite and again had it out, trying to have to take hold of the sky.
Success in getting the kite into its rightful place high above us, weaving in and out of the clouds and sending it to this patch of blue sky.
A blustery ocean on a fall day in Port Orford, Oregon. This would become our favorite viewing spot to stop and watch the ocean on stormy days.
The wind blows hard here, and in the years to come, we will see much worse but will always be enchanted with this place along the sea.
On the way to Coos Bay, we spot a cranberry bog. Our inner nerds are in a state of astonishment.
Real cranberries in the wild.
Coos Bay, where they are still moving lumber over riverways.
Heceta Head Lighthouse here in Florence, Oregon.
In its heyday, this was the Sealines Nautical Shop next to the ocean between Florence and Yachats. It is long gone as I write this and sorely missed. We never miss an opportunity to stop by for a moment of nostalgia.
From the town of Yachats, you head up the Yachats River Road to Route 805; up there, you’ll find the North Fork Yachats Covered Bridge.
The drive out and back through the forest along the Yachats River is worthy of leaving the coast. If only there was good work out on the coast, we’d move up here in a second.
Stopped at Seal Rock to check out some dramatic surf and enjoy the rain wearing the dorkiest rain gear we’ve ever owned. It is so embarrassing I’m not even posting the selfie of us because we just look too stupid.
We needed a little kitsch to go with our nature, so we stopped in at the Newport Aquarium Village and visited the Pirate’s Plunder shop. Bought some glass float in netting kind of shnickshnack thing, got to support the local economy. We still had quite a few miles to go and a couple of hours to get there. Tonight’s lodging was another cozy yurt at Nehalem Bay State Park.