So Portlanders love to boast about the fact that the ocean is just an hour away. It's truly one of our pride and joys as we suffer through a dampy, soggy, evergreeny existence. No guys, it's fine: THE OCEAN IS JUST AN HOUR'S DRIVE. Which I'm sure makes Californians laugh as they sip their martinis (or Pabst Beer, depending on which part of California we're talking) and sink their feet in the sand from the comfort of their back porch.
And another difference: Our coastline is generally pretty chilly. It's breezy (like Monica), it's windy (I didn't just have a stroke, that's a different thing!) and it's usually chilly. But on top of that, it's pretty, it's oh so pretty (as coastlines inherently are), and it's a mahhhhveloussss escape any time of year: Rainy (cozy!), Sunny (typical beach fun!), Windy (What are cute ponytails for!) or Dreary (So Twilighty). Does it sound like I'm naming the 7 Dwarves of the Oregon Coast? Cause I think that's a good start.
Anyway, in conclusion: The Oregon Coast is in fact every bit worth the shortish drive because it is as stunning as one would hope. Different from other coastlines, but magnificently beautiful in its own right. And when you catch it at blue hour (which is my favorite thing in the entire world) on a nice evening, it basically squashes any regret you felt for paying for accommodations for the weekend out of hard-earned money, just as we found last summer.
Upon arrival at about 6 PM on a Friday, we checked-in to our hotel and immediately ran to the beach to catch some evening light and let our Chandler stretch his little legs.
It was the culmination of everything I love: Family, Chandler, Outdoors, Some Exercise, Blue Hour, Camera and the Oregon Coast. Just the very best.
That was the night of our arrival (Friday). We enjoyed the next night at Blue Hour similarly but with a little bit of a vacationy mode. We grabbed a local bottle of wine we had picked-up earlier, a blanket we brought and cozied up in warm clothes to sit, reboot, chat and take in that scenery.
It may not have had a bevvy of hot people playing volleyball on it, but oh how I love our Oregon Coast.
(This is straight up turning into a dog blog. Whoooops!)