24 Jul 2016

Road-trip in Oregon - Astoria, Fort Stevens & Cannon Beach

We didn't have far to go on day 2 of our road-trip - just down the road to Cannon Beach, where we were booked to stay in a room overlooking Haystack Rock at the Hallmark resort. We had a healthy breakfast of fruit and granola at Street 14 Coffee attached to the hotel, with a decent latte, before visiting the incredible Columbia River Maritime Museum.



We ended up spending two and half hours at the museum - there was so much to see! It is a fascinating place, chronicling the area's history. I learned all about the Columbia River Bar - the dangerous area where the river meets the Pacific Ocean where hundreds of ships have been lost over the years. There were great displays about the roles of the lifeboats and pilots that navigate through the Bar and up the river, and the gruelling training involved (not to mention weather conditions they have to go out in). I read about how the salmon cannery business had flourished until the last one closed in 1980, leaving just the remaining posts from the piers that once held the factories.


The most fascinating display was about the Obon Society - a society that returns Japanese flags taken as mementos during WWII. The Japanese soldiers had been given them before they set off for war and were signed with words of encouragement and love by their family and friends, but they were taken by the US soldiers from their bodies when they were killed. The Obon Society started to research the origins of the flags to return them to the remaining relatives of their original owners. There are a number of the flags displayed in the museum which are still being traced back and will be returned once they have been. There was a video showing a frail old man receiving the flag which had belonged to his father, who he'd only met as a baby. It was incredibly moving and possibly one of the highlights of my trip to Oregon.


We then toured the Columbia Lightship that sits along the dock, that used to be stationed out in the Columbia River Bar - a manned lighthouse floating around in the rough seas at Cape Disappointment. It was decommissioned in 1979 and replaced with a large buoy.




We wandered along the tram trails for a short way to the Wet Dog Café for a light lunch and another beer tasting before heading back to the car and setting off towards the coast. We drove up through Astoria, a very hilly town that reminded me fondly of Punta Arenas in southern Chile! At the top of the hill is the Astoria Column, a beautifully painted column that you can climb up and throw lightweight balsa wood planes into the forests below. The skies were full of wispy cirrus clouds and there was a pretty halo around the sun.



We climbed up and the view was great over the town, the Astoria-Megler bridge in one direction and the hills along the coast to the south. The dress of one of the other visitors up there also caught our eyes. The sky was becoming more hazy and clouds were building up to the west.





At the bottom we chatted to some people who'd just moved to the area before we set off towards Fort Stevens State Park, a short distance west.

We drove to the end of the Fort Stevens spit and parked the car, and walked along the beach for a while. There were a few other visitors - some families playing, a couple of people walking their dogs, and a couple of guys fishing. There were some weird clouds growing overhead which I was rather fascinated by, as well as some tiny round jellyfish along the shoreline. There was lots of cool driftwood, but often next to irritating truck tracks, spoiling the ripples of the sand. After half an hour we turned round and walked back to the car, a little worried that those black clouds growing might come over us and drench us. A bald eagle flew above our heads.








We drove on to the South Jetty, where you can see the river bar, but not very clearly. The clouds around us were still quite interesting, but the river and sea relatively calm - it would be nice to return on a stormy day.



Next stop was the Peter Iredale wreck that I'd seen pictures of when planning the trip. A few kids played around, but otherwise it was fairly empty. The clouds were changing all the time, so I played around with various views and filters and shutter speeds while hubby sat on a rock reading, including my red Tiffen Apex 10-stop. I loved it there, although as the tide was in I couldn't get close to the wreck.




Eventually we left as I was keen to get to Cannon Beach in time for the golden hour; it was already 5.30pm.

We arrived at the resort, finding it easily having looked at Google Streetview! We checked in and found our room - exactly as I'd hoped, with a large balcony overlooking the Haystack Rock that I'd seen pictures of for many years and hoped to visit one day! And here I was, with it right outside, that I didn't even need to go down on to the beach!


I set up my tripod and took plenty of different shots of the place in the early evening sun. There was still a fair amount of cloud around, and sea-fog began to come in towards the north. Couples and families and dog walkers strolled along the beach. It was busy, but still peaceful, watching the world go by washed down with some local beer.







As it got later a few people gathered at the top of the beach and sat round small fires - in fact the hotel sold packages including bundles of wood, firelighters, and smores ingredients (marshmallow and Graham crackers) - we had planned to buy one, but the timing didn't quite work. June is not the best time to visit this coast, we discovered. The sunset is around 9pm, but most restaurants close then too, and we like to eat late, so we had a constant struggle to find somewhere to eat that was open late enough so I could catch sunset too! It was okay here, as there was a new brewery & restaurant that had opened just across the road (the Pelican Brewery) which was open until ten, so I was able to take my photos past sunset and still have time for us to get something to eat and sample the local brewery's beer. The sunset wasn't spectacular, but the clouds thinned out and were fast-moving so I was able to capture some nice long exposures with the clouds streaked across the sky. About ten minutes after the sun had gone a patch of sky turned pink for just a minute, and then we headed out.





The Pelican Brewery had some interesting beers, which hubby noted in his little beer book. We tried a flight, as usual, and ate tasty salmon and salad.

After supper we headed back to the hotel and I tried a couple of night shots - didn't quite work with the ambient light from the hotel casting strange shadows onto the beach. The moon had risen, but the clouds obscured most of the stars and moonlight. I soon gave up - the beer always making me sleepy, and I planned on being up for sunrise which meant a 5am alarm and therefore an early night!


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23 Jul 2016

Road-trip in Oregon - Mount St. Helens & Astoria

Before we left Portland we had one last breakfast in a popular café (Kenny & Zuke's Delicatessan) - again a rather disappointing meal - the corned beef hash was okay, but we also ordered pastrami with scrambled egg and the portion was surprisingly small and the eggs a little bland.



On the way back to the hotel we stopped off at Blue Star Doughnuts to get some for the journey, thinking that we had to try at least one of Portland's famous doughnut shops. Unlike Voodoo this place was just a normal café with a large selection of doughnuts available to take away, and most importantly, no queue. A regular customer came in and we asked her for some recommendations. We chose four (sugar & spice, dulce de leche, apple fritters and cointreau) and carried our box back to the hotel. We ate a couple in the hotel room before we set off and took the others with us, for a little snack along the way. I'm not a massive fan of the cakey American doughnuts, but these were surprisingly good.



And then it was time for the road-trip in our yellow Mustang convertible to begin! It was still pretty hot, although a little less so than the previous couple of days, with clear blue skies and the sun burning any unprotected skin.



First stop on the itinerary was a quick dip into Washington state to visit Mount St. Helens. I'd visited the dormant volcano on my first ever road-trip with my friend Dara in the summer of 2001. Even though it was a similar time of year then, the weather had been very different - grey, drizzly, windy and cold. We drove out of the city, roof down, across a couple of bridges, heading north on the route 5, under beautiful clear skies.




I'd planned the route on the map on my iPhone and soon we took a right turn off towards the mountain. There was a distinct lack of signs advertising the route of Mount St. Helens, and after about 10 miles I checked the map and realised that although we were headed towards the mountain, we were on the wrong side of it. We turned round, headed back to the highway, drove another 25 miles north and then took the right turn-off at Castle Rock towards our destination, signs everywhere!

We stopped at the visitor centre, polished off the remaining doughnuts (one had a syringeful of cointreau to squeeze inside), paid the fee to look around the museum and learned about the 1980 eruption, getting our first real view of the mountain from the ground.




It was a beautiful drive, through forested hills, with the snowy peak coming into view from time to time. Even as we got closer to the mountain there were plenty of trees, with signs saying when they'd been replanted (in the last fifteen years). They had grown back remarkably quickly. My main memory from before had been the desolateness of the place, with endless ashy hillsides covered in dead trees, swept away by the pyroclastic flow. It seemed like a completely different place now, with the dead trees gone and just a few silver trunks remaining dotted around wildflower-covered meadows. We climbed a considerable amount in altitude and the air was definitely cooler and thinner.


We reached the Johnston Ridge Observatory, paid another entrance fee, and then stood listening to an earnest park ranger give a little background about the place, the eruption and the continuing developments of the dome in the crater. Additionally we learned about the glacier that had formed and was now flowing down the slopes - you could just see it, under dirt and snow.






The mountain looked spectacular, even under the harsh midday sun, with the slopes below us covered in a small purple flowers, which were apparently a type of lupine; a few red wildflowers sat among them. Visitors stopped to stare at the majestic mountain, trying to see where the little lake had been where an inhabitant had stubbornly stayed when everyone else was evacuated in the months leading up to the eruption; he paid the ultimate price for his decision. We could just make out a pile of floating logs that still sit on the surface of Spirit Lake, where the man had lived, to the west of the volcano. Quite a moving and sombre place. It was also weird to imagine how much higher the mountain would have been prior to the eruption, now the top and side had been blown off. We wandered around a bit to different viewpoints before heading back to the car to continue our journey towards Astoria.









I took over the driving (what a fantastic car to drive too!) as we made our way back down the route 5, crossing back into Oregon over the Columbia River at the town of Longview, passing massive quantities of tree trunks stacked in piles (it must be an important logging town!). We then took the 30 heading west, which was a pleasant road winding along above the river, until we got stuck behind a slow camper van just before we reached Astoria. Finally we reached the town, our stop for the night, and easily found the Commodore Hotel, a historic building in the centre of town.


We were greeted with a beer from the nearby Fort George brewery - a nice welcome after a long hot drive. The hotel reminded me of the Ace Hotel in Portland, with a cool, wood-panelled reception area with some sofas built in, with a doorway through to a coffee shop. Our room didn't have an en-suite or a view, but it was nicely decorated and quiet. We noticed that in spite of reapplying sun-cream we'd both managed to get a bit burned, mostly from sitting in the car. I had a nice red stripe down my left arm and a couple of burnt patches on my neck that soon became itchy and annoying!

We went for a wander along the waterfront, on the tram tracks, towards the impressive Astoria-Megler Bridge that spans the Columbia River and reaches McGowan in Washington in the distance. The sun was beginning to set and it was a beautiful evening, with a few other people out enjoying a stroll. We passed some cool old buildings with trompe l'oiel paintings on the outside walls.




The shore of the river was covered with hundreds of old wooden piles that once upon a time had held piers with salmon canneries; almost all of that business had dried up a long time ago. Under the bridge was a moving memorial to the town's dead - a good number of them were gillnetters or commercial fishermen.




We headed back towards the town and stopped at the Buoy Brewery for some beers and supper.


We ate a delicious salmon steak, some enormous oysters served with tomato ketchup (what's that all about?!) and some deep-fried cheese curd, which seemed to be a bit of a local speciality. The beers were tasty, the place was heaving and there was a nice view of the river through a large open window.







After dinner we headed up to the Fort George brewery, stopping for me to try out a couple of long exposures of the ruined pier piles - I couldn't find a composition that was quite right and didn't have my tripod - I should've gone back to the area with hundreds of them, but beer called.



We tried a flight with one of each of the brewery's current beers - 13 in total. The barman brought them over to us and told us a bit about each - pretty thorough. In spite of each sample only being 2.5oz we still managed to feel fairly drunk fairly quickly, and called it a night once they were finished.




Click here for my blog from Portland - Part 2
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