Cannon Beach weekend

This past weekend, Suzi and I visited Cannon Beach to celebrate our recent anniversary. Friday evening, we watched the Rock from our balcony.

The next morning, we relaxed.1Translation: slept in We walked the beach, visited Insomnia, and walked the beach some more. At low tide, we wandered around the rocks. I found a few sea anenomes, but no sea stars like we saw before the massive die off nearly a decade ago.

I think the prior weekend had king tides so the beach was scrubbed fairly flat with clear evidence that the waves had gone all the way to the dunes and sea walls.

Like every time we visit Cannon Beach, Ecola Creek crossed the sand differently. This time it was wide, shallow, and split before it joined the ocean. The rocky bottom of the old creek bed, along with some old stumps, was exposed.

Sunday, I got up a little earlier and caught sunrise at the Rock. The beach was largely empty, with another photographer capturing the view.

After another walk down the beach and back, Suzi and I decided to explore down the coast a little bit. We visited Arch Cape, Hug Point, and Manzanita. I experimented with a telephoto lens, taking pictures of the spray2A slower shutter speed would have been better. and the cliffs at the north end of the beach.

As we drove back north, it was nearly sunset so we stopped at Tolovana to see the beautiful end to a short vacation.

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    Translation: slept in
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    A slower shutter speed would have been better.

Cannon Beach

Normally, we visit Cannon Beach shortly after the new year, and then multiple times throughout the year. This year, we tried to go in late January but had to turn around because of snow and accidents in the coastal mountains. Going through my photos, I see that we visited mid-March, and then not again. Until yesterday, that is.

Suzi, Heather, Jamison, and I loaded into Heather’s car, with Gilligan and Oakley in the back with treats.1The treats that they didn’t touch until they got home… We were concerned that it might be snowing (again!) on the pass and wanted to all be in the same car. When we left, it was rainy with no relief in sight. As we neared, we saw blue sky to the west, and maybe only to the north. A wager was placed on whether blue sky would be visible at Cannon Beach.2The blue sky didn’t need to be directly above, but it needed to be more than just a little hole in the clouds. Blizzards were at stake. We arrived to see sufficient blue for me to lose.3Which also meant that I won, right? ;-)And when we arrived, the blue sky *was* also directly overhead.

Some of us got hot drinks and we walked on the beach to the Needles and a little beyond. Another beautiful day at the beach.

We’re making plans for the next visit. We can’t wait as long this time.

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    The treats that they didn’t touch until they got home…
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    The blue sky didn’t need to be directly above, but it needed to be more than just a little hole in the clouds. Blizzards were at stake.
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    Which also meant that I won, right? ;-)And when we arrived, the blue sky *was* also directly overhead.

Fetching the Christmas Tree — 2021

With all the closures this year, last Sunday we decided to head into the hills to the same tree farm we’d gone to in 2010 and 2011. And we would have, except for that one final wrong turn.1Hey, I blame Google maps, as I’d entered the address and followed directions perfectly. But maybe I should credit fate.

We saw the sign for a tree farm and its “Reservations Required” addition. We had no reservations. So, we parked and Suzi, Melissa, and Oakley went to see if we could get a tree anyways. I don’t know how you could say no to that trio. “Let’s get you a Christmas tree” and a tag later and we were waiting to get our pictures taken with Santa.

Because we had Mousse and Oakley with us, we couldn’t ride the wagon to the trees. No worries! After a short walk, we’d found our tree, right by the gravel road.

Our tree (with Ashley and Sebastian in front of it)
Ashley and Sebastian in front of our tree

I headed back to confirm that they’d cut the tree for me (true!) and led two gentlemen back to our tree. They fired up a chainsaw, felled the tree, and hauled it thirty feet to the pickup spot.

Then we walked back to the bonfire to warm up, drink hot chocolate, and take more pictures while we waited for them to pick up, bale, and measure the tree.

When we were ready, another gentleman picked up our tree, balanced it on his head(!), and carried it to my car that way. He tossed it up, tied it down, and accepted my heartfelt gratitude.

We’d had all the fun of getting a tree and none of the work!


And here’s a map to help us find the place next year. ;-)

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    Hey, I blame Google maps, as I’d entered the address and followed directions perfectly. But maybe I should credit fate.

PDX photowalk

Recently, I had an extra hour at Portland’s airport. I was half an hour early and Jamison’s plane was half an hour late. Knowing I’d be early, I’d taken my camera. I explored the MAX station, through the South tunnel to the new rental car area, and along the ride-hailing pickup zone.