I have always heard great things about the Oregon coast line. The scenery is supposed to be spectacular. So combining a great fare from NYC-Portland and a 3-day holiday weekend seemed like the perfect way to get that opportunity. The holiday I chose was President’s Day. It turns out that mid-February is probably not the best time to make that visit.
I picked up a rental car downtown and headed out towards the coast, hoping that the early morning fog would burn off and that I’d get some decent weather out at the ocean. I was simply fooling myself.
The fog was thick and didn’t clear up much. There was precipitation ranging from mist to drizzle pretty much the whole day. And I was not dressed the part at all.
About the only good thing that came with the weather was that the beach was pretty much empty. I made the hike down to Crescent Beach, somewhat ignoring the warning signs, and slipped and slid in the mud along the way. It was sloppy, but I was the only person there, for obvious reasons.
I did discover a group of folks even more crazy that I am, however. A bunch of surfers were headed out into the water as I was leaving the park. Yeah, they had wetsuits so they were at least prepared for the situation, but the waves didn’t look all that great. Then again, I’m not a surfer so what do I know.
My original plan was to hike around along the coast throughout the afternoon and overnight out by the beach, making the drive back to Portland in the morning for my flight home. The bad weather, combined with exhaustion, conspired to send me back into town that afternoon instead.
Much like my visit to the Great Wall outside Beijing, I was stymied by the weather. Doesn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy myself, but I know that the version of the experience I got is very different from the "normal" one. In this particular case I’m actually a bit disappointed about that. I guess I’ll just have to go back.
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