I believe the best place we could have ended up for the 4th of July weekend was Yachats, OR – the gem of the Oregon Coast… It was the next town over from our secret camp spot so we didn’t have to worry about crazy campground hunting on this US Holiday. It was a very small coastal town – the kind that comprised of a main street, a library, a grocery store, a town hall and a few really excellent coffee shops. The houses bordered the ocean and reminded me of the beach cottages back home. The people here were as genuine as could be – even on a holiday weekend most could tell that we were from out of town. Which made it easier to have some thoughtful conversations with the locals.
Our first morning in town we decided to treat ourselves to some coffee – and boy did we find the best cup of coffee perhaps on the whole trip here in Yachats at The Green Salmon. They specialize in flavorful Fair Trade, Organic coffee beans and the most distinctive teas that the world has to offer. They even have delicious organic pastries and fabulous afternoon snacks. We each got a cup of The Devil’s Churn – a very dark and robust blend with a sweet and spicy after taste – basically perfection in a cup. Not only do they offer the best cup of coffee in town but they are dedicated to sustainable practices at their coffee shop. Solar system powering (including the laptop that acts as their cash register), buy local philosophy, rain water collection for cleaning, water saving toilet systems and they even had their own laying ducks for eggs! I could go on and on about the Green Salmon… every town should have a place like that.
After breakfast we explored the town a bit on foot and got a lay of the land. We ventured down the rocky edge where it met the ocean and sat a while. We watched the brave surfers enter the bone chilling green pacific waves – envious of their resilient spirits. How we longed to dive in. The mist gathered by the coast – a point where the hot air from the land met the cooler temperatures of the sea. It was beautiful. Down below a man was flying a kite with his dog by his side. We decided then that there was no better time than now to invest in our own kite (as crappy as it may be..).
After a long day of venturing around this new place we thought that we would just sleep on the beach for the night instead of hiking back into the woods. We had our sleeping bags and that’s all we really needed. We made dinner over the beach wood fire and watched the sun go down over the Pacific. No bugs here like back home. Just peace and quiet….
…Until a group of nearby 4th of July enthusiasts whipped out their collection of really big and loud fireworks display about 10 feet from where we were sleeping at around midnight. Needless to say we moved a ways down the beach but never fully recovered from being awoken in the middle of the night. We drifted in and out of sleep until the wee hours of the morning and made our way back to the Green Salmon just after sunrise for a much needed coffee pick me up…. Happy 4th of July!