A Journey Back in Time: The Road to Haystack Rock

As we set off on our journey to the Northern Oregon Coast, I couldn’t help but feel a familiar thrill of anticipation. The open road stretched out before us, a ribbon of possibility winding through the lush, green landscape. My husband and I had decided to take our trusty RV on this adventure, a nod to the road trips of my youth. The destination? The iconic Haystack Rock, a place steeped in history and natural beauty.

The drive itself was a delight, the kind of scenic route that makes you grateful for the journey as much as the destination. We passed through quaint towns, each with its own unique charm, reminiscent of the small-town America I remember from my childhood travels. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of the ocean as we neared Cannon Beach.

Arriving at Haystack Rock, I was struck by its majesty. Rising from the sand, it stood like a sentinel of the past, a reminder of the explorers who once walked these shores. As we wandered along the beach, I imagined the footsteps of Lewis and Clark, their eyes wide with wonder at the untamed beauty of this place. The rock itself was teeming with life, from the vibrant tide pools at its base to the seabirds soaring above. It was a scene that felt both timeless and fleeting, a moment to be cherished.

Cannon Beach: A Slice of Americana

After our morning at Haystack Rock, we made our way into the heart of Cannon Beach. This charming coastal town was a delightful blend of old and new, with its quaint shops and inviting eateries. It was the kind of place that felt like a step back in time, where the pace of life was slower and the people were friendly.

We stopped for lunch at a local café, where I indulged in a shrimp melt that was as delicious as it was unexpected. The flavors were a perfect reflection of the coast itself—fresh, vibrant, and full of character. As we ate, I couldn’t help but think of the many road trips I’d taken over the years, each one a tapestry of memories woven together by the places and people I’d encountered along the way.

Strolling through the town, we browsed the eclectic mix of shops, each offering a glimpse into the local culture. From handmade crafts to vintage finds, there was something for everyone. It was a reminder of the simple pleasures of travel, the joy of discovering something new and unexpected.

Ecola State Park: Nature’s Masterpiece

Our final stop was Ecola State Park, a place that promised breathtaking views and a connection to the natural world. As we made our way through the preserved old-growth forest, I was reminded of the importance of preserving these wild spaces for future generations. The towering trees, some hundreds of years old, stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time.

The hike to the viewpoint was invigorating, the path winding through the forest before opening up to reveal a panorama of the coastline. From our vantage point, we could see the waves crashing against the cliffs, the sea lions basking on the rocks below, and the seabirds wheeling overhead. It was a scene of raw, untamed beauty, a testament to the power and majesty of nature.

As we made our way back to the RV, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the experiences we’d shared. This journey had been a reminder of the joys of the open road, the beauty of the natural world, and the enduring spirit of adventure that lives within us all. It was a trip that would linger in my memory, a cherished chapter in the story of my travels.