Headed North: 3
Our journey through the Beaver State began in its heart…Portland. Hip millennials, art bars and all sorts of creative spaces littered this coffee rich land. But our business in the city, was strictly for supplies. We traded in the Big Red Van (a noble steed in her own right) for two vehicles a bit more suited for the great outdoors. We then stocked up with supplies at a local outfitter. We were going to need thicker rubber this far north.
Hitting the coast was something reminiscent of The Goonies and Harry and the Henderson’s. Where there weren’t ferns, there was moss, where moss was absent there was some kind of massive Oak. The forest was dense and beautiful, and it just kept growing, growing all the way until it met the Pacific and the two opposite elements met together smoother than the way honey meets tea.
Arriving to the coast, we met up with two forest dwelling mermaids. These sea vixens knew of a little coastal nook out of the wind. So, with thicker rubber and the desire to wash miles of travel off our backs, we took to the sea.
We bid a due to our new friends and set up shop just outside a nearby crab camp. While warming our bones with coffee and the welcoming roar of a small fire, one of the local crab trappers told us legend of a baron stretch of coastline, just a few clicks away by boat. Our curiosity led us to bartering off our booze we picked up back in the city, in exchange for the hire of the grizzled fisherman’s crab boat … A worthwhile trade if this fisherman’s tales were true!
The craft was built for the hunt of delicious crustaceans, but we were on a different search. And though we were not elbow deep in crab legs, we were satisfied.
With faces full of smiles and our visit to Oregon already giving us so much, we didn’t think it could get much better. But we remembered our friends had told us of a place where we could grab a few waves in front of a waterfall that emptied from forest into the sea. Unanimously we agreed that such a place demanded a visit!
It’s hard to have any expectations of a destination, when your journey alone is equally as satisfying as the destinations itself. But fun little right handers in front of a waterfall… Who wouldn’t be content with such a set up?
The colder it got, the better it got… I suppose that’s the beauty of good rubber on a journey like this. Cold is not a limitation. So, to that logic and the keep to past success… We Headed North.