MAJESTIC OREGON COAST REVIEW

Majestic Oregon shows up in the mountains, the valleys, and the coast.

When you call Oregon majestic, and you’ve been to the mountains and valleys, go to the coast.

It’s called majestic for a reason:

You can’t call it warm and welcoming, at least not in the winter.

But you can call it majestic when you pull over at Boiler Bay viewpoint and watch high tide waves crash into the rock cliff shoreline.

If you’ve ever wondered how the ocean undercuts the land until it falls, here it is.

The big rocks turn into little rocks and the sea tumbles them into sand.

The Oregon coast has traveled from Idaho to miles off shore during ice ages and melting.

At the moment the weather predicts thirty foot waves, but they don’t say where.

You can’t call a thirty foot wave a ‘sneaker wave’ can you. Doesn’t sound sneaky to me.

My wife’s friend gifted us a week here after their plans changed. (Hey Joni)

It wasn’t the same woman who gifted her a week in a Mexican resort. (Hey Cheryl)

She’s got some friends. They are nice people.

They may be who she thinks of when she asks why I don’t have any friends.

The secret is I do have friends, and she knows it, just not like her friends.

They are majestic Oregon friends who know the territory better than most.

I say that because I know Oregon better than most, and they are up to speed.

When you live somewhere long enough certain things sink in.

Out here many things sink in, including sunsets over the ocean which I’m missing because, you know, the blog.

If a writer is missing something because they’re writing about it, are they really missing anything.

I’ll close with this: it looks pretty tonight.