Oregon is still burning.
It hasn’t let up much, and Wilsonville’s air quality has been holding pretty steady at “hazardous”, recommending that we wear at least respirators, if not full SCBA face shields.
That… makes trips pretty challenging.
But, you know what? Challenging isn’t impossible. I have the internet, which has basically any piece of information that I could ever want. And I have a phone, which let’s me chat with people, and plan adventures.
Marcella and I decided to head to Oswald West – it’s a beach on the Oregon Coast, not too long of a drive, and it looked like the air quality would just be “bad”, instead of in the dangerous ranges. Coastal breezes, fog, and light rain would hopefully keep the particulate count down, and make the air a bit more breathable.
If you’ve never seen Oregon forests through the fog – you’re missing out, and you’ll enjoy the pictures I was able to get. It’s magical; the forests already have a primordial feel to them, and when you add in a thick fog, with just a hint of smoke, it becomes steeped in some sort of mystic haze.
The hike into the beach was beautiful, and over nearly before it even began. Thankfully, it looked like we were some of the only people to come up with this trip plan, and so the trail and beach were almost empty. There were some surfers, a few beach combers, and maybe half a dozen people walking their dogs… but thanks to the thick fog and rolling surf, it felt like the entire world was completely empty.
After coming back to the world, hunger set in. Turns out the empty world of the beach tied into an empty stomach, which led us to the town of Cannon Beach… where we not only met some cowboys (on horses, even), but found ourselves in the Pelican Brewery, eating amazing burgers.
A good day. A very good day.