On a cloudy Saturday morning in early April, we left Portland for the coastal town of Lincoln City. We explored the beaches there that night and the next morning.
What makes Lincoln City so unique to us were the countless tree trunks and stumps that had washed ashore over the Winter. On this beach families were gathering and cooking out using the the drift wood as fuel. Some people had even built small, driftwood huts or a “Lincoln City sand castle”.
On Sunday, the clouds yielded to what turned into perfect weather. We went further down the coast to look for whales and visit Devils Punchbowl State Natural Area. We didn’t see any whales but there was no shortage of breathtaking views and quaint seaside towns along the way.
I was surprised at the size of the punchbowl. The formations were like a maritime version of the arches of southern Utah.
We found a path down to the beach and spent at least an hour exploring the rocks, anemones, mussels, seaweed, and starfish.
It’s amazing just how many scenic areas there are a long the coast and to think we’ve not even seen half.
Finally, after more just about two months in Portland, we made our way up to Mt Hood for a bout of playing in the snow. Again, we were taken out by our friends and kindred spirits from Atlanta, Jarrett and Rey!
This was their second time here so they were showing us the ropes. We rented some snowshoes at a local shop and parked in a freshly plowed parking lot near an open meadow.
Of course, there was no grass in this meadow at this time of year. What a sight!
We got to shoe’in as the puffy white flakes came down around us. Then we got to Sled’in.
Something about the texture created by the trees and snow together…
This place is beautiful! I could stay here forever… with warm clothes that is.
After 2 months in my new beloved city of Portland, I decided to buy a cheap road bike and give biking a try. I’m a little hesitant to invest too much money into this because I’ve had knee problems in the past and I’d hate to drop hundreds of dollars into gear only find out I can’t really ride.
The first time I went riding was on a bike path path neat my apartment. The bike was a bit uncomfortable since I am not used to the “drop” style handlebars (the kind you see on road and racing bikes) but it rolled along almost effortlessly. It was so much fun I couldn’t wait to take it out on the road.
So the next night I decided to go out for a spin and go towards the Tilikum Crossing Bridge. My area has tons of bike lanes so riding is easy and traffic was very light at that time. The speed limit is also very low and Portland drivers are much more careful than most and used to yielding to cyclist and pedestrians. But I learned a very important lesson about biking in Portland that night. Suddenly, the bike lane I was in curved off to the right and a “no bikes” sign appeared. Not realizing what was happening I stayed in the lane then tracks for the streetcar entered my lane from the right. Confused for a moment I decided I would stop and get up on the sidewalk but it was too late. My front wheel got stuck in the streetcar track. I flew over the handlebars and met the pavement with my knee, my palm, and my head.
Getting up off the ground I checked myself out. Thanks to my helmet, my head was just fine. My right palm was a little scraped and bloody. My left thumb was mysteriously starting to swell up. My jeans where ripped and just below the knee was a 2″x 2″ patch of missing skin, asphalt, and blood.
But I didn’t turn back.
There’s something magical about biking. Maybe it’s the fact that unlike driving, you are physically working to get where you’re going. But the bike empowers you to move faster and farther than you can on your own. It’s as though your muscles gain super powers. It’s a connection you lose behind the wheel of an automobile.
With adrenaline pumping and with the bridge almost in sight, I rode onward. When I reached the bridge I decided to keep going. I had to know what biking across it felt like. The city at night was gorgeous as I pedaled on. I turned around at the other end and on my way back I stopped to take a photo to commemorate my journey.
Sure, everyday, hundreds or thousands of people nonchalantly cross this bridge as part of their daily commute but to me, this moment was glorious. My first trip was not a smooth one but a great experience nonetheless.
The Portland Winter Light Festival is an annual event that started in 2016 in which artist display lighted pieces of art for attendees to view and often even interact with. We went on a rainy Friday and had a lot of fun. Since it’s a free event and it was close enough to our home to walk to, we had spent a grand total of $0 (but you are encouraged to donate if you’re able). It rained steadily the whole night but we were prepared with our rain jackets and didn’t let that stop us from enjoying the sights.
Almost all of the exhibits featured lights that changed colors, flashed, or danced around in some way. Some of them detected your movement, touch, or sound and reacted.
One of my favorite things was the “aliens” who walked (or wheeled) around in their plastic costumes speaking to each other with foreign noises.
The event was held at the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, the walkway along the Willamette river, and the Oregon Rail Heritage Center. Even the trains were decked out in lights!
Last Sunday we decided to take a trip to the coast to see Cape Meares and to visit the Tillamook Cheese factory along the way.
Tillamook Cheese prides itself on being a local company that is farmer owned.
We watched orange blocks of heavenly delight get sliced, inspected, and sealed into bags as they rolled down tracks. Then, of course, we brought home blocks of cheese from the gift store.
On the way to Cape Meares we passed through the town of Oceanside and pulled over to explore the beach.
The experience is nothing like the beaches in Florida and it’s quite breathtaking.
While we were there we saw a crowd picking through the rocks as the tides came in and out. They were hunting for agates! We stopped for a bit to see if we could find some for ourselves and soon had our own little collection.
Cape Meares features a beautiful state park with rocky ocean views and Sitka Spruce forest with short hikes. One particular tree, named the Octopus tree, was quite impressive.
And I grew hair!
Ok… I’m just being silly. Well, that’s all for this time!
Today we finally went on our first hike since we arrived in Portland. We also made some new friends through a mutual friend who were nice enough to take us to Silver Falls State Park! This is known as the “crown jewel” as far as Oregon state parks go because it features a whopping 10 waterfalls all within a 7.2 mile trail!
The park is less than 1.5 hours south east of Portland and is a fine example of a Cascadian forest with Douglas Firs, ferns, and a carpet of moss on just about everything.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of PNW aesthetic. So beautiful! Ok, now on to some waterfalls.
These guys are massive!
Where is all this water coming from?!
How are there this many waterfalls so close together?!
Unfortunately, one of the trails was closed, so we only saw 8 of the 10 but that gives us a reason to come back. The last one, South Falls, was probably my favorite so I’ll wrap up today’s post with photos of that.
The path behind the waterfall was a lot of fun too.
Wow, what a good first hike. Special thanks to Jarrett, Rey, and Dañell.
We woke up early on our final day to get an early start. While we only would be driving for about 6.5 hours to get to Portland, we needed to be at our new apartment before the office closed to get our keys. We also wanted to build in extra time in case of weather delays from the snow and ice that had struck Northwest Oregon and caused road closures and stranded cards. While it had been a couple days since the storm hit we could still see advisories on tripcheck.com including some areas where we were being advised to carry snow chains.
As we drove north into the Cascade region California continued to impress us with views of snow capped mountains. We were firmly into the PNW now! Being surrounded by Douglas Firs just makes me so happy for some reason.
Oregon greeted us with a blanket of snow even. Sorry for all the car pics as we didn’t have to time to stop and take photos. Plus we were good and ready to be off the road.
We lucked out and didn’t find any icy roads until we got to Portland and our apartment is just a few turns off of the interstate. We go in, got the keys and a tour of our new place. It’s just as nice as we had hoped and are quite pleased. Now we just have to wait for our furniture and belonging to get here…
Well, this concludes our road trip from ATL to PDX but we plan on updating the blog with more stories of Portland and other trips we take all over the West, and hopefully the world. We’re just getting started!