Road Trip Day 11 - Cannon Beach - Which Cottage is Mine?

Portland Oregon Day 2, Day Trip to Cannon Beach

Road trip Day 11

Miles Driven so far: 3900

My sister had made arrangements for us to stay with a group of friends that had just moved into a house in the woods, outside of St. Johns. Picturesque and endearing, the thicket of trees, fog and hydrangeas presented another way of life. Only the sounds of wildlife could be heard and the rustling of leaves as Patrick set to explore the property as soon as I opened the car door.

They had set up the basement for us, bringing in a mattress, heavenly linens, and loaded the wood burning stove with chopped forest. We had our own entrance and the picture windows on two walls showcased views of the where Little Red Riding Hood walks to visit Grandma. I was ready to move in and live here til the very last breath of mountain air escaped my lungs.

Enchanted Entrace

Seriously...this is real. 

As morning presented itself, it took a little convincing that I was awake and not dreaming. The atmosphere conducive to effortless warmth and repose. It was the homemade quilt of atmospheres. But coffee was tempting and Patrick was delicately trying to wake up my sister and I. It started with nudging, followed by quiet whining then escalated to walking across my face. Subtle.

We loaded up the car set for Cannon Beach, a 90 minute drive northwest of Portland. It was supposed to be only partly cloudy and we wanted to take full advantage of the weather.  The drive is a holiday in itself. 

Mt. Hood

Residing in the South these past 8 years, I am easily impressed with anything organic, modern or artisan. Driving to Cannon beach, we stop at a convenience store/gas station and they have Kombucha, and a organic gluten free section. I’m just sayin”…. all the feels.

Elk grazing near the road casually stop traffic in both directions. No one seems to mind as everyone has gotten out of their cars to take pictures. Their size is startling in person, as I was startled when a bull ran behind me while I was photographing the cows. Bulls average 700 to 1100 lbs and the cows 575 to 635. Needless to say they are a force to be reckoned with.

The moody clouds roll in as we get to Cannon beach. Patrick’s leash broke yesterday so our first stop was the pet store on the main road. We walk into Puppy Love by the Sea and they are playing Hawaiian music. Now I had to buy something.

Driftwood Whale

At first I didn’t have my glasses on and from a distance I thought it was a beached whale. I’m quite blind. After realizing I didn’t have to call in authorities, I laughed then daydreamed about my little cottage on Cannon beach with the driftwood whale in the front yard. My surfer/hipster companion who also has a way with words and feeds me would be coming in from the ocean and I’d be in the studio creating a wall size abstract painting in cascading shades of blues. My sister is wondering why I am standing at this spot for so long.

I feel as though I’ve been here before. I know I have not. Movies and pictures have flooded my memory as if they were my own experiences. The massive weight and stature of the driftwood carried in by the swells makes us feel just how petite and fragile our bodies are.

An eminent storm presents in the distance as the ocean churns and the waves get bigger and louder.

Perfect spot to build my tiny house. 

When we get to the parking lot there are wild (clearly from domesticated) rabbits wandering around in the grass. The whole day was out of a fairytale so why not. Lets go pet the rabbits.

Clearly this rabbit has attitude with having its picture taken. 

As we drive back into town, I'm craving something sweet. In the middle of town there is a coffee/ice cream shop called Kimo's Island Coffee... oh come on, you couldn't just call it Sarah Stop Here. We ordered some concoction of ice cream, salted caramel, chocolate and coffee. Instant sugar coma.

The landscape here is intoxicating. The light, the contrast, the textures; a photographers apex. 

Now which cottage is mine....