I’m belated in sharing photos from my first-ever visit to Oregon (and my third-ever to Washington) over Thanksgiving week. But it’s still very much on my wittle nature-starved New York mind, and not just because I can add a more Northern beach to my favorite life list.
The first thing: THE freshiest-fresh FOOD/BOOZE. My god it was easy to find good seafood and exceptional adult beverages. (Although I might die of gout and liver failure before I’m 40, I could easily live off a diet of Pacific oysters, Oregon Pinot Noir and Tillamook cheese.)
The other thing: THE NATURE! For that, let’s skip the words and go straight to the purty:
A five-milk hike to the end of of the point at Cape Lookout State Park on Thanksgiving Day will go down as the most beautiful hike of my life (thus far).
At Cape Lookout, I happily traded in turkey and stuffing for ancient, moss-covered old-growth forest and eagle’s-nest-sized ferns shooting out of every semi-fertile surface, made more sublime by sunlight bouncing off the undulating, deep blue Pacific Ocean.
To top it off, we even hung out with WHALES feeding just offshore–so close to us that we could hear them exhaling.
I’ll be back!