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Covering 160 miles of Oregon coast
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Garibaldi, Tillamook, Oceanside, Pacific City, Lincoln City, Depoe
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Oregon
Coast Travelogue: A Truly Manic Tour
By Andre' Hagestedt
The whole point
behind the Manic Tour Guide portion of Beach Connection's print
publication is to throw a lot of beachy possibilities at the reader
all at once - to show them the myriad of things to do in various
circumstances - in rapid succession, in a humorous, fun and offbeat
way, much like the way I experience these possibilities on a typical
day on the coast. I try to live by example with this column: this
is what to do here, this how I discovered it, and then some personal
anecdotes.
Hence this installment:
a truly manic tour of the Oregon Coast, all done within a little
over 24 hours, exposing various sides of this shoreline in a multitude
of ways. It all took place in May of 2005.
It began with
a run to Seaside on a Saturday afternoon, where the rainy storms
of spring lived up to the wild, wild legends of the "secret
season," with hard showers battering my windshield the
whole time between Seaside and Pacific City, and insane breakers
smacking the coastline the entire trip.
In
Seaside, despite the weather, it's nutty, with loads of landlubbers
wandering these streets and flooding the parking spots on Broadway.
It's here where I chat with Flashback's
Gary Diebolt about local biz stuff, and he chuckles and good-heartedly
slaps me on the back after I make a slightly kooky suggestion about
what Seaside might need to help local business. Soon after, I'm
having a similar conversation about North Coast economic numbers
with Zinger's Homemade
Ice Cream czar Mike Exinger.
I
suddenly realize I often turn to Seaside's ice cream people for
sociological/economic discussions. Go figure.
Within an hour,
I'm down in Cannon Beach, chatting with Wine
Shack's Dean Reiman and wandering through his labyrinth of a
wine shop. I overhear him boasting to customers about one particular
brand of wine, and I get excited and chime in to agree on its qualitative
amenities. I actually know about this Washington wine, though I
feel like a big kiss-ass type for butting in (ouch, the puns here).
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| Pasta at
Fultano's: Yes, it's delicious, but too close it looks like
a monster |
From there,
it's gobbling down that addictive pasta at Fultano's in Cannon Beach,
then zipping past the Nehalem Bay area (where so many of my friends
reside), through the rainstorm, down through Rockaway, Tillamook
and then to Oceanside - a good 50 miles from Cannon Beach. The tide
is high and mighty, and churning with ferocity. Oceanside was the
place that turned me into a lover of the beach back about 20 years
ago. There is something very different about this place. It's inspiring
and magnetic.
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Oceanside
in a moody place |
Two hours later,
I'm finally in Newport (my final destination). There, I hang at
the home of my pal JT, who keeps the fine wine flowing all night,
into the wee hours. He, his mom Deborah and I stay up until 3 a.m.,
talking about everything from music, politics, the crazed, Peyton
Place-like exploits of the wine giants in California to the antics
of JT's goofy and lanky greyhound dog. He - called Dash - periodically
asserts himself next to someone or begs attention.
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| Sunny
Nye Beach |
I wake up to
an incredible, beautiful day in the Nye Beach district, an astounding
Gumbo at Village
Market & Deli and a really scrumptious fruit salad at Nye
Beach Scoop - which I scarf down on the tables outside. This is
a particularly, wonderfully pastoral way to take in your breakfast.
Soon, I'm on
the road again, snapping shots of the frothy high tide at the Nye
Beach Turnaround, chatting with Apollo's Brian Timme, then making
my way to Lincoln City, eventually snagging a stunning Mexican dinner
at La Roca there, which I immediately scarf down by a beautiful
and semi-stormy beach in town.
It's 5 p.m.
and it's time to zip to Portland - quickly. I have tickets to see
one of my musical gods of all time: Peter
Murphy. The beach connection continues here. I run into Greg,
part time Manzanita resident (otherwise
known as DJ Gregario, often appearing at Nehalem Bay Winery). Old
friends appear, like Gina and Michael from Portland band Love Nancy
Sugar, Kevin of Written
In Ashes; and KNRK's Gustav
fills me in on the change in direction on that absolutely godsend
of a station. The coast comes up in all these conversations in one
way or another. With Gustav, I didn't get the chance to tell him
I can catch that deliriously delicious alternative rock station
at some spots along 101.
Then Murphy appears on
stage - the main architect behind Bauhaus in the 80's, but now a
monumentally melodic artist whose works soar with intense beauty
and depth. I can't count how many times I've grooved to his music
while in the car, traversing the coast in all sorts of weather.
Ironically, he begins with the uplifting, unbelievably gorgeous
"Gliding Like A Whale" - as if he knew it was appropriate
to have a maritime theme here. I lost it, and tears filled my eyes.
Sure, Murphy
looks a bit goofy now with that middle-aged paunch and a somewhat
startling bald spot that wasn't there before. But his god-like voice
is still shiver inducing, and each song floods me with memories
of driving 101. The whole beach theme has come full circle, even
here. There's a reason this mag is called Beach Connection.
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