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Covering 160 miles of Oregon coast
travel: Seaside, Cannon Beach, Manzanita, Nehalem, Wheeler, Rockaway,
Garibaldi, Tillamook, Oceanside, Pacific City, Lincoln City, Depoe
Bay, Newport, Wadport, Yachats & Florence.
Summer
Cometh: Are you ready? |
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A
Research Expedition on Oregon Beaches
By Andre’ Hagestedt
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| Pristine
sands of Patterson |
(Oregon Coast)
– One research trip, some 25 miles of manic exploration. My
obsession with coastal details, and the need for some more information
on one certain stretch of Oregon coast, leads me on a frenzied tour
of the area between Yachats and Florence, rooting out the hidden
spots, documenting the minutiae and digging deeper and deeper into
this area than I’ve ever been in some spots. New secret accesses
are unearthed, new beaches are explored, startling discoveries are
made – and then I apparently spooked a couple in the throes
of passion on one clandestine beach.
There’s a heat wave in the valley, and I’m
more than glad to be away from our Portland office, which is sweltering
in 100-degree temps. So, bummer, it’s time to play on the
coast for a few days, catch up on some work on the central coast,
and do a lot of exploration.
Starting in out in Newport, I make my to Waldport,
where Alsea Bay is a deep blue, with the sun beating down on the
placid waters and a boat buzzing about. Just up the road, Governor
Patterson State Park is the center of attention with a smattering
of beachcombers, where the bright white, fluffy sands and blue sky
make the place look a little tropical.
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| Cape
Cove Beach, w/ the backside of Cape Perpetua |
Zipping through
Yachats and past Cape Perpetua and the Devil’s Churn just
below it, I spot a trailhead I’d never seen before, perhaps
100 feet north of Cook’s Chasm (which is relatively quiet
today, in spite of heavy winds in some spots here which are creating
a surly sea and big waves). This clifftop reveals interesting new
views of the southern side of Cape Perpetua, where a labyrinth of
rocky slabs dots the wet sands, providing a few hundred feet of
beach at a place I discover is called Cape Cove Beach. A mostly
paved path winds its way down here.
This little
cove runs a ways into the cliffs, ending at a stream that pours
from the earth. The tide has recently been very close to the inside
end of this cove, as evidence of tiny sea creatures in great numbers
still remains. But in the past, powerful storms have obviously deposited
enormous logs right up to the edge of the mouth of the stream, some
100 feet from the tide line on this day. The frightening supremacy
of the sea is clear here.
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| Sea
life at bottom of Cape Perpetua |
Today, the tide
is out pretty far, and you can see bundles of sea life at the foot
of Cape Perpetua that’s normally underwater. Even among the
rocky slabs at the southern end of the beach, many of these are
usually beneath the tide line. Strange geologic features dot this
place everywhere. I can’t wait to talk to my geologist sources
on this.
The ocean is
rather warm in spots on this beach. While occasionally wading in
the water, loitering around one of these rock structures, I’m
photographing various objects and sea life. From somewhere among
these blobs, a young couple emerges, looking a little sheepish,
brushing sand off themselves, and the girl is adjusting her skirt.
Apparently, they thought this beach was more unpopulated
than it was, and they must have somehow spotted me wandering around
the waves nearby, although I didn’t see them – or whatever
it was they were doing.
Ah, to be young again.
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| Top
of Cape Perpetua, as seen from below |
I make the remarkable
discovery I can see the top of Cape Perpetua and its stone viewpoints
from here, where I’ve been numerous times before, looking
down on miles and miles of coastline. I zoom in with my camera and
take a snapshot of this spot – from the vantage point of being
below it.
Back on the road, Strawberry Hill in the sunlight
reveals more of the intriguing stone features that dot the landscape,
interspersed with the tracts of hard sand and soothing surf. From
here, I follow 101 south and the beaches below, trying to figure
out where the next beach access is. More of these rocky slabs cover
the landscape, especially as I photograph the beaches from above
at an overlook called Bray’s Point, and it’s hard to
say if all these basalt structures are completely traversable. It’s
my job to find out if one can walk this entire way from one beach
access to the next, but it looks likely the beaches can’t
be reached from the southern end of Strawberry Hill, though I am
not positive.
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| Strawberry
Hill and the vastness to the south |
The nearest
access appears to be a good mile down the road, south of here, at
Ten Mile Creek. Everything else is private beach access, it seems.
Yet the beach in this stretch is one gem of a walk, with lots of
empty sandy spots, interspersed with the basalt chunks and boulder-like
objects, where tide pools with little critters far outnumber the
humans in the neighborhood.
Then it’s
time to explore Ten Mile Creek and its accesses. On the southern
side of the creek lies the dunesy-yet-rocky Stonefield Beach. This
is one interesting spot, where wispy dunes and drifts are encroaching
on the parking lot, giving way to more hard packed sand near the
tide line, and then at its southern end sit a tract of basalt structures
where the character of the sand changes drastically into large,
coarse granules mixed with a host of other ground-down sea debris,
like tiny bits of shells. Crossing the creek isn’t advisable,
however, as even the current is extremely strong – or it’s
too deep in other spots.
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| North
side of Ten Mile Creek |
So, on the northern
side lies this unreachable mile worth of beach, unless you’re
staying at one of the lodgings along there or the RV park. Except
there is a secret access on the north side of the Ten Mile Creek
bridge. This I bump into, having documented it ten years ago, but
I had loads of trouble finding it this time. It takes you on a long,
winding path through brush, eventually giving way to a more manicured,
grassy walk, snaking past a wild little lodging called The Ziggurat,
which looks like a giant Rubik’s Cube twisted at odd angles.

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Down on the
beach, there are bubbly basalt structures dotting the landscape,
and that creek gurgles away nearby, deceptively quiet for all the
power within.
Down the road, Rock Creek Campground and the beach
there provide more clandestine fun in the sand, with one long stretch
of strand apparently unreachable by anything but the campground,
or a hidden access on the north side of Big Creek, about a mile
down.
However, I discovered a small hidden access in between,
set inside a tiny little gravel pullout, where you have to snake
through a narrow slit in the bushes to find yourself on the pastoral
fore dune, which then takes you to the glittering, pristine sands
of this area. It’s trippy and a little claustrophobic, but
worth it, especially as you emerge from the bushes and the coastal
vista explodes out in front of you.
Across Big Creek
and bridge is another chunk of coastline, but no access to the southern
beach is apparent. Yet the beautifully sculpted – albeit neglected
– Muriel O. Ponsler Wayside is about a quarter mile south,
so it’s not a long walk from there to the south side of Big
Creek. Here, at Ponsler, the landscape begins to turn to that sandy,
flat makeup, without the rocky interruptions, that’s indicative
of the beaches of Florence – some 10 miles away now.
The sun is waning at this point, turning the landscape
and sky to various shades of orange and red. The rounded sandstone
cliff structure visible from both Ponsler and Big Creek has a cast
to it now.
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| Big Creek |
There is sizable
construction going on now between Yachats and Strawberry Hill after
7 p.m., causing all sorts of backups after that hour, so it’s
a slow drive back to a packed Yachats – so full of hungry
diners I can’t find a restaurant available within the next
40 minutes.
The day ends with a frantic zip to Waldport, grabbing
some spaghetti to go, and downing it in a face-slapping wind at
Governor Patterson State Park, as the sun dips slowly into oblivion,
and the howling winds drop sand into my Italian grub.
Whatever, I think to myself: It gives the spaghetti
a seafood vibe. |