If Washington is the evergreen state, Oregon is the evergrey. Rain, rain, rain and barely enough light to take a photo at midday. I don’t think I’d seen my shadow for maybe a month. The only time it stopped raining was when I surfed Seaside mid-morning on a Thursday.
One of my favourite hikes was Ecola State Park, through the mud and green fern valleys to Indian Head, the rain clawing at our bones, the wind trying to blow us into the sea and not another soul in sight.
We wrung ourselves out over a cafe stop in Cannon beach and walked out to Haystack Rock on the lower tide. A rock is a rock and it was cool to see the Haystack, but as we headed further south over the coming days, it became apparent that there are a zillion other similarly eroded specimens sprinkled along the coastline.