Around the Coast

After our time in Goldendale we came down to the amazing coast of Oregon. The forests are dense and overflowing with life, seemingly to the point of bursting. Everywhere are bristling green leaves, tall grasses and bright yellow bushes burst through in places with beautiful contrast. The trees are tall and vibrant and seem to swell and crest up to the sky, their boughs lean over us as we pass like an archway bearded in moss. No patch of earth can be seen for all the thick undergrowth, all tangling together in a tumult of vines, grasses and bushes. We weave throughout as on either side hills and mountains peak up into mist and cloud. Around a bend such as this we come to find the ocean in all it’s splendor laid out before us to the horizon. Foaming and glorious, lapping upon the shore. Further down it crashes upon the might of haystack rock rising stoically out of the mist and foam. Here in the lovely environs of Cannon Beach we met up with my uncle Tim whom it was a blessing to see. That night I wandered the beach alone and was again struck with the awesome beauty, though this time veiled in dusk.
The sea ever muttering.
The great rocks rising.
The clouds gently veiling.
The moon softly shining.

Now I am visiting my cousin Mike whom I have not seen in far to long. It seems longer than this morning we left Cannon Beach. Between then and now we visited the Tilamook creamery/factory and had quite a bit of fun watching them cut and package blocks of cheese. After our tour we did our best to empty the cheese samples, and as if that weren’t enough we then split a tub of cake batter ice cream. Weariness is creeping upon me though and we have yet more miles to go before we reach the redwoods tomorrow. Strange though this trip has been increasing my restlessness rather than quelling it, every place we pass I want to stay longer and yet pass on and see others also. Well I am tired and rambling without inspiration so I’ll cut it off here.
Goodnight all,
PDTL