What’s better than spending the day wandering up the Oregon Coast? Sleeping right beside it. We spent the later part of the afternoon and night at Humbug Mountain State Park (the name is amazing, I know) which happens to be right on the coast and surrounded by forested hills. I didn’t expect the California and Oregon coast to be so different but they were. Oregon’s coast is more drastic and vast – the oceans edge sweeps far down past the horizon as the mountains cascade down into the big beautiful sea. There were even large rock islands with Douglas Firs still growing from the tops a few miles from the shore line.
The moon was rising above the mountain side against the perfectly blue sky. The sound of the sand sounds of corduroy pant legs swishing together. The faster you run the funnier the sound. Seals played in the waves and showed us some of their sweet body surfing moves. Aged driftwood scattered across the beach decorated this vast and untouched landscape reminding us of the secrecy and treasure of such a place.
We were nestled away in the cove of Humbug – a most humbling experience. When you look around you and see vast, open water to your right and mountains with first generation Douglas Firs and the like you truly feel your size. Grounding you and reminding you – all you can do is feel happy to be alive.