When we decided to fly to Portland, we had a whole bucket list full of things we wanted to do – 89% of which involved drinking as much caffeine as the human bladder could hold.
When we first arrived at the airport, our car rental representative gushed to us about the Oregon Coast. Truth be told, we hadn’t thought much about traveling to the coast because our minds were dead-set on all the artisan cafes we’d grace with our touristy presence. On our last day in Oregon, we took the two hour drive from our hotel which was about twenty minutes outside the city.
As soon as we drove down the main road in Lincoln City, I was practically gleaming when I saw the ocean in the foreground. As much as I’ve always been a city girl, there’s that homegrown part of me that gets super sappy and sentimental when I hear the sound of waves crashing onto golden sand.
Plus, the Pacific Ocean buries the picturesque views of the polluted Atlantic.
The first thing I noticed and got really into when we walked down onto the beach was how you could drive your jeep onto the sand. It made me think of all those OC episodes back in the day, or Laguna Beach. It felt very California-esque.
The beach obviously wasn’t too crowded for the first week in March, but there were families playing fetch with their dog, their furry little legs splashing in the waves, people who were walking all the way out onto the rocks (which I’m not entirely sure is allowed, so if you visit, play it safe, Oregon). It was amazing how close you can actually get to the ocean and interact with it. You can just feel its’ magnitude standing there. It’s endless.
We splashed around in the waves for about an hour, walking up and down the beach, fingers laced together, listening to the squawking of seagulls and children laughing as they flew their kites into the turquoise realms. I briefly contemplated sketching our initials into some giant log on the beach before chickening out.
It was an iconic way to memorialize our trip to Oregon. It’s so much more than just Portland. Even on the drive up, twisting along stretched highway, snowy mountains looking so small in the background made us appreciate the landscape we don’t get to see on the East Coast. Even the trees are different.
Lincoln City itself was a beautiful place. It was an old sea side town with shops filled with cheap memorabilia and key-chains with your name etched into them. I bought a seashell art jewelry box and a book by Carrie Brownstein, because that’s what you do when in Portland.
The Pacific Ocean itself is simply mesmerizing and I’m so glad we took the time to visit and to soak in more than just the chilly waves.
PSA: my friends mocked me for wearing ankle boots in the grainy sand and ocean. Life’s too short to not ruin every pair of shoes you own for the sake of experiencing something so magical.