I have seen a lot of coastline in my travels, and can say with certainty that the Oregon coast is a particularly stunning one. Wide sandy beaches with heavily forested foreshore, fishing boats and amazingly fresh seafood, surfers and spectacular ocean rock formations. Nineteenth century lighthouses and beachfront shingle houses with views of the vast ocean. Sleepy little fishing towns and the faded glory of larger towns that once boomed with the logging and fur trade. And at one place we visited, not only can you drive and park along the beach, but there is a brewery in the sand dunes.
Looking through pine trees high on the sand dunes down to people walking on the wide sandy beach at Newport in the rich golden light of sunset.
A man sits alone on a sand dune amongst coastal grasses in the golden sunset light as a couple stroll along the Newport beach behind him; Families play on the wide sandy beach at Newport as the sun sets and the moon rises above heavily forested sand dunes with a lookout tower high above.
Four kids dig holes in the sand near washed up driftwood on the Newport beach, in the pink light of sunset.
At sunset a small light airplane flies high in the blue sky over the coast at Newport, with houses on the cliff tops and wide sandy beaches; A couple wearing hats stroll along the winter beach at Newport as sunset turns the rippled sand golden.
A lone woman jogs along the wide sandy Newport beach near the sand dunes with thick forest behind, in the dusky pink light of sunset.
Dog paw prints in the rippled sand at Newport with a yellow sun setting over the ocean behind; Waves creep across the sandy beach at Newport in the blue of twilight, catching people stolling by surprise.
An unpainted wooden shingle house with a wooden fence on the grassy sand dunes right on the oceanfront at Newport with unobstructed sea views.
A lit streetlight outside a quaint beachfront motel at Newport, made from colourfully painted shingles and with a shingle roof; Two stacks of empty crab pots sitting on wooden pallets against a concrete wall down by the marina at Newport.
A blue sea life mural is painted on a wall down by the Newport marina, with a sign on a fence advertising fresh crab for sale straight off one of the boats; Fishing and crabbing boats in the marina at Newport with houses on the hill behind.
Yaquina Bay Lighthouse, with its attached wooden lighthouse keeper’s living quarters against a blue sky on a grassy cliff top with white water and a black pebble beach below; Empty mussel shells and smooth pieces of driftwood cover the black pebble beach at Yaquina Bay.
Looking across grassy cliff tops to the white water and black stones of Yaquina Bay beach below.
A lone seagull sits on a rock near the dark brown cliffs at Yaquina Bay, on a beach covered in smooth black stones; People walk on a wild beach covered in smooth driftwood and large black stones at Yaquina Bay, as the sun glistens on the ocean.
Seaweed tangles with driftwood and empty mussel shells to cover the black pebble beach at Yaquina Bay.
Looking across thick dry grass to the white Yaquina Bay lighthouse against a blue sky, the only remaining lighthouse in Oregon with the lighthouse keeper’s quarters still attached; Driftwood on the black stone Yaquina Bay beach, with brown cliffs covered in grasses.
Surfers in wetsuits with surfboards under their arms walk along a wide beach with the tide out towards the hazy water at Pacific City.
At Pacific City a lone surfer with a surfboard under his arms walks across the wet sand towards the glistening ocean; A family plays next to a truck parked on the sand of the beach at Pacific City, with wooden shingle condos on the grassy sand dunes behind.
Looking through the windscreen of a truck parked on the sand to people strolling at the waters edge with the tide out, Pacific City being a beach you can drive on.
A surfer in a wetsuit enters the ocean at Pacific City despite the freezing winter water, with a huge rock out in the sea and a beautifully breaking wave.
An old VW Kombi bus with popped top parked on the sand overlooking the beach at Pacific City, its owners relaxing in beach chairs in the pale late afternoon light.
An old red truck parked in the main street of Astoria in the light of early morning, as a man crosses the road behind.
A woman with a drink walks past the ornate old Liberty Theater, a sign of Astoria’s booming hey day that now seems out of place in the sleep town since the decline of the logging and fishing industries in the area; In recognition of Astoria’s past, rubbish bins in the main streets are made to look like old cans of Salmon, the production of which was a booming industry.
Early morning in Astoria, two local men sit smoking and talking in the sun in the street outside a faded brick bookstore, with two pigeons above and a new bright red truck parked in front.