Posted on August 20, 2012
The Great Outdoors: Oregon Coast, Day 3
With so much that we wanted to pack in over five days in Oregon, J and I wasted no time each morning. On our third day, we were up early and greeted to overcast skies, so we figured it was the perfect opportunity to visit Astoria.
Founded in 1811 by John Jacob Astor, Astoria has long been a key port for the northwest region of Oregon. Today, tourism and its emerging arts culture are becoming main draws.
Perhaps one of the reasons Astoria is such a famous tourist attraction could be due to the classic ’80s films shot here. After grabbing coffee at The Rusty Cup and quickly wandering the farmers market, we found ourselves at John Jacob Astor Elementary.
If I had been within a 50-mile radius of this school and not stopped to take photos for my brother, I never would have heard the end of it. He’s a huge Arnold Schwarznegger fan and, accordingly, also a huge Kindergarten Cop fan.
After a brief photo stop at the former County Jail – and now the Oregon Film Museum – we found ourselves on the other side of town.
Like me, J is a long-time fan of The Goonies, so stopping in at the iconic white house on the hill was a must. I was initially nervous and worried I’d feel like we were intruding by walking up the private driveway to take photos. However, when we got there, a crowd was already gathered and another was on its way as we were leaving.
I think the important thing is to show respect to the owner’s property (and maybe even make a contribution to the donation box that was set up). I figured that anyone who would buy the Goonies house surely knows that this kind of attention will always come with the territory.
While this was my first time on the Oregon Coast, J had been once or twice as a child and had fond memories of Lincoln City. Though the drive took us two hours and over 100 miles, it was worth it the moment we set foot on the beach…
This blog post isn’t nearly large enough to contain all the photos I snapped of Lincoln City’s shores. Beach homes, surfers and seagulls call it home. I call it simply lovely.
Making our way back to the KOA, we took the scenic route and drove through Pacific City to stop in at Bob Straub State Park. I’ve never before seen an aqua sky and blue waves that mirrored each other so vibrantly.
The sun dancing off the waves shimmered golden and the sand was like powder under my legs as I stretched out. It was hard to look out over that and imagine that anywhere else even existed on that afternoon.
Eventually, reluctantly, we made our way back up the 101 – though not before stopping to get one last glimpse of the miles-long shoreline. We were sun-kissed, tired, ready for sleep and eager to wake up the next day to do it all over again…