The weekend of February 16th and 17th shone, oh so bright with sun, and a warmth unknown for many a month. We have been anxiously awaiting for this kind of weather so to find some cure for this unforgiving
Cabin Fever that has sapped our strength, dulled our minds the last few months. Our winter get-aways are to the Oregon Coast but until now the snow fall in the mountain ranges, the high hurricane force winds in late November, December, and periodically through January, shut us in at home. But now the fever is building with looks of Spring this weekend but still no chance for any away until Tuesday the 19th , and then, of course, the weathermen are predicting rain the rest of the week!
A little rain never hurt a native Oregonian so think not of the weather on the 19th, pack your bag Ma, we are going come hell or high water!! Morning of the 19th came without incidence, without work of a pressure nature, apparently a chance we can go. Call the Sandcastle Motel in Lincoln City where we have found a place of our liking, at a price within our mind-ly means! What? All their kitchen units are booked? This is not a good omen. Since we donít believe in omens we called the Ester Lee Motel that has similar rates but sits on a cliff high above the beach. Canít walk to the beach from there! Our pickiness eliminates nearly all other motels. Looks like two strikes against us already --- one, the weather, two the motel. Weather forecast sounds like a motel with a view the best of the possibilities since the only other possibility is to stay home and let the fever keep burning. Reservations are made.
We got the car loaded and we are away at 10:30 am. after a moderate foggy morning has cleared. The car is running quick and true, getting to Lincoln City just in time for a lunch before our room is ready. No rain on the way to here but now the water droplets increasing and the breezy wind telling us to wait a beach walk.
The tide is way high and only little of a sandy beach left to venture forth anyway. We called the motel to see if our room might be ready, at now 1:30 pm. It is! Seeing the Ester Lee from the highway doesnít look promising but the price is right. Checked in and they asked if we knew how to get to room 212? No we donĎt. Just drive down that side street, park near an entrance. Your room will be to the right. Whoa! This is a newer building and nothing like what is seen from the highway. The room? Spacious!! This a corner room on the north end of the building with a kitchen on one end of a living room having two swivel rocker chairs, a hide-a-bed, two chairs at an eating table, a TV, a gas fired fireplace, and a separate bedroom. And look at the 15 feet of ocean window plus another 3 foot window to the north to see the coast line there. Oh!!!! And look at how high we are above the - the - the beach!! Oh!!!! And look how little land before the straight down, 150 feet??
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|What a view!! Whew!! And what a miracle this afternoon!! At 3:30 pm. the breeze has quit, the drizzles have quit, the tide has receded, the sun is shining!!! Quick, letís go!! Drive back a few blocks to the Sandcastle Motel where there is a parking spot and beach access. We can only walk south from this point since a water source is making a stream too deep and too wide for our shoes, but thatís alright because all the gravel outcrops with their priceless treasures lies to the south. The tide has gone far out to sea exposing a huge area of bedrock that we hadnít seen this much of in other trips here. Winter storms has scoured a lot of sand from many Oregon beaches this year, uncovering a ship in Coos Bay and two canons from an early 1900ís ship that wrecked on the Columbia River bar crossing and drifted south to Cannon Beach, Oregon, and for which the town was named The ship and canons have been completely covered by sand and unknown for nearly a century!
We walked and walked this afternoon for nearly 2 hours, enjoying the beach, the sounds and smells of the ocean and the precious rocks that found their way into our pockets. We looked about and discovered that a mile to the north and a mile or two to the south, the clouds are dense and no sun shines there. From the south, a huge rain cloud is drifting inland. But here where we are, the sun shines with no breeze and no clouds, even to the west across the ocean. An area cleared just for us??? We eventually find a drift log to sit and contemplate the beauty around us, the graciousness given us, and the peace of life we came here to find!! The sun sets about 5:45 pm. but that only a guess since a cloud layer above the horizon each evening obscured the sun on itís journey down. Usually our trips to the Coast produces beautifully gorgeous sunsets. Not this time but we are greatly pleased with the magnificentís of the days granted, especially so since we were promised only rain and wind!
Our second day, Wednesday, was another gorgeous day with no wind, no rain, no clouds in the sky. We watched the surf and waves as the sun gradually reached the water to cast itís glory on the white of the cresting waves and on the surf inbound. Another incoming tide with majestic waves spraying mist, hi-lighted by the low trajectory of the rising morning sun as they broke over into rollers that deposited banks of foam onto the beach at the far reaches of the incoming surf.
We hurried for another beach walk this morning before the tide reached itís peak. This time from D River State Wayside to the north. Wonderful walk but no rock outcrops here to search for stuff to weight the pockets. Still early in the day so headed south along Hwy 101. We stopped at Boiler Bay State Wayside and saw hundreds of seagulls scattered all over the picnic area, resting and lollygagging to look like a military cemetery with hundreds of white crosses. We stopped to look down and across the bay to see the breakers batter the cliffs. Almost to leave when huge sprays of waves seen at a different point. An incoming tide, winter, a forecast of another weather front approaching, creates enormous waves that strikes these rock cliffs with such power and might. Great sprays of white water reaching magnificent heights when the angry sea pounds against the rocky bluffs of shore. What a wonder to behold, how humble the feeling!! A sight of such magnitude we had never witnessed in any times previous!!!
The Highway leads us to Depoe Bay, a bowl of clam chowder at ďThe Sea HagĒ, a venture through gift shops of the few open this time of week, this time of year. Nevertheless we glimpse and wander through a few shops and stumble perchance upon a group of four ladys that are sewing customers of Joanís from back home that also ventured to here this day. Only 25% of parking spaces taken along the highway versus 98% during most of the summer season.
The weather still beautiful and beach walking still a thrill, so we return to Sandcastle parking spot and walk the beach to a tide that is just now receding. Sun position just right, outgoing tide just right, untold precious rocks just now exposed. We seem to be the only ones out Ö to look! We find one here, one there, several more just ahead. We are bending and picking and picking. These are all agates! Ones we hadnít found through here any other time. Pick and pick, stuff the pockets. Nearing the end of the rock outcrops we turn to see about 30 people now searching for the gems where nobody here before! Were they watching us pick and pick and thinking treasures must surely be?? We left them to theirs while we walked on past Inn at Spanish Head Resort, down a clean, pristine, sandy beach.
No drift wood north of Inn at Spanish Head, but to the south is large amount pounded to the cliffs. Looked like many of these deposited this winter by the bark still attached, the fresh splintered wood of trees, dirt still encased in the roots of some.
The sunís angle has changed and very few rock treasures found on the way back. No one in front of us so they must not have found anything!! Did we do that good of job finding and picking??
Some shop owners were thrilled in the beauty of these recent days. We tell them we put in our order for these kind of days whenever we come to the Coast!!! Hardly ever have we been disappointed!!
Thursday morning and the day we must return home to Hubbard, Oregon. Itís cloudy today. Seemingly larger waves coming in, although no wind nor rain as yet, but rain is seen in the distance. Tide too high for a beach walk.
Time to go home and wrestle with life, until we might again be granted another Coastal trip with an unexpected happening to thrill our trip, to thrill our life!!!