I saw one of the most gorgeous sights on our trip so far today. Standing in the edge of a bluff, there stretched the ocean between two horseshoe cloves of land jutting outward with delicate grass breezing down to the bluff’s overhanging edges. The ocean was a blur drifting in a white beige shimmer that creamed with the horizon in one smooth stroke.
Entering Oregon brought a whole new kind of animal for the coast with sea stacks, crazy blue waves, and sand dunes that were as if in a desert but sketched to the ocean’s perimeter. The climbs were smooth, the hills large but largely forgiven given that sound tail wind we finally felt beneath our wheels; it seemed a myth often heard but never felt. Today, it was real.
After a great breakfast in Astoria, we headed into the country and back down to the coast where we saw the exit point of Lewis and Clark at Seaside. We ambled through Cannon Beach and got to see the famous Haystack Rock sea stacks and then roads uphill through a tunnel before gazing at the ocean from bluffs. The beach we sleep at tonight is crazy cold/windy, which lends to its thick sand dunes tumbling constantly over each other.