The day started early - around 5.10am, before it got light. As we were staying overlooking Cannon Beach I really had no excuse not to make the effort to get up. I'd got all my gear ready before we went to bed so as not to disturb hubby and I crept out, climbed down the stairs and made my way across the beach towards Haystack Rock. The sky was heavy with cloud and there was a light sea fog. The tide was in past the rocks, but was on its way out, and the sand was still wet and reflective. I tried a few shots fairly far away from the rock, using my wide-angle lens, before heading south along the beach. The amazing thing about beaches with stacks is that there are just so many options for different compositions, with the stacks placed in different arrangements.
The sky began to lighten pretty quickly, but the clouds lingered, revealing only a small bright patch to give any hint that the sun had risen behind them. The thin veil of sea fog lingered over the houses behind the beach; the hills to the south just visible in the foggy air. At 5.45am I noticed my first companions on the beach, two figures barely visible in the distance.
As I walked towards them, further down the beach, I didn't really like the view back towards Haystack Rock - somehow it looks better flanked by the smaller stacks on either side. I walked down towards a large barnacle-encrusted round-ish rock that sat in it's own round pool. I realised that the tide was going out soon, leaving rock-pools, rocks covered in seaweed and reflective sand. Looking back at the photos it's amazing how stumbling on a perfect composition can sometimes be just by chance, and then the moment will be gone as the tide takes it away (click here to see the response on Flickr to this particular shot!).
By 6am the sky was changing colour a little, but nothing spectacular, sadly. I wandered back towards the hotel and tried some long exposures, like this 4-minute one. With exposures that long I was able to get the clouds streaked pleasantly across the sky, even if there was no decent colour.
More people could just be seen in the salty air, taking a fresh early-morning walk with a companion and some with dogs.
At 6.45am a pick-up truck with a trailer drove onto the beach and a ranger got out and began bringing signs down to the edge of the rocks at the foot of Haystack Rock. The tide was out now, and these signs reminded visitors to keep their dogs on leads and gave some information about the Oregon Islands National Wildlife Refuge (there are lots of rock-pools scattered at the foot of the rocks). A few photographers had begun to arrive, their tripods silhouetted against the fog. I walked back south again for a bit, wanting to get some shots of the ethereal hills, but without the truck in the shot! I took some long exposure shots of the smaller stacks and small rocks in the surf (there was a little wave action, but not much).
I wandered north again, passing a ranger with some photographers (birders, I think, as they were close to some bird nests and I could just make out some little guillemots - the ones with the white patches and red feet!). I noticed some interesting bits of life in and around the rock-pools, including some rather bizarre creatures and sand-covered anemones.
I took a last few shots of the beach under white overcast skies. Some people played around on bicycle go-carts and the area in front of Haystack Rock was teeming with visitors - they looked like ants beneath the 235 foot high monolith.
We were driving down to Yachats, about half way down the coast, planning to visit the Tillamook cheddar factory, the Rogue Brewery at Newport, before staying at a rather expensive resort in Yachats with a jacuzzi bath overlooking the sea. It was our first overcast day, which was a shame, since we'd be driving down the coastal road through lovely scenery. In fact, it was positively miserable as we headed south, stopping briefly to look back at the foggy view and capture the windy road ahead. We still drove with the roof down, just with fleeces on this time, and the heated bumped up.
The fog was rolling in from the sea, but the sun still shone through. Sadly by the time we reached the little museum at Otter Rock the sea was barely visible, so no possible whale sightings for us! The view along the coast was still stunning, and I just managed to get a shot before the fog obscured everything (through the window!). Apparently whales had been seen just north (where we'd come from) half an hour earlier.
We pulled in at Devil's Punchbowl, again just visible with sea-fog coming towards us. The view south was mainly obscured by fog too now.
As we approached the brewery we had to cross the Yaquina River via the magnificent Yaquina Bridge. I really have never seen so many incredible bridge structures as in this state!
We found the place easily - just off the main road - and got a seat in the upstairs bar at the window, overlooking Newport harbour and the wonderful bridge. We tried some interesting beers, including a Snickers - a little welcome, on-the-house combination of a stout and a hazelnut beer (I was quite taken). We ordered a plate of humous and some crab sliders - all very tasty. I had to hold back and had very small sips of each of the beers, but we made up for it by buying some large bottles to take with us (as well as a couple of t-shirts).
The last section of the drive was lovely, with the sun low in the sky over the foggy sea. We stopped at Seal Rock, where a selection of small monoliths sat on the sand, the fog wafting past, the sun about 13 degrees above the horizon. I took a few handheld shots, struggled to find a decent composition, and also felt anxious about getting to the Overleaf Lodge in time for sunset an hour and a half later.
I did a quick recce of the rocks in front of the lodge, but wasn't massively inspired. Yes, it looked out over rocks and the ocean, but the rocks themselves weren't spectacular (no stacks!!) and I struggled to find inspiration. Hubby suggested driving back up to Seal Rock, but I thought I should just give this place a chance, since we were staying there in our expensive room. I wandered over a few rocks, past another couple of photographers, and took some pictures of the waves crashing against the shore. Again, in a storm it would be quite spectacular, but with clear skies (the fog had gone) it was just pleasant.
I clambered over some more rocks and found a little spot from where I photographed the setting sun with different shutter speeds. It was nice, but not great.
|Map of the day's route|
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