A Serendipitous Start

The Oregon Coast has always held a special place in my heart. As a child, my family and I would often embark on road trips across America, and the Pacific Northwest was a frequent destination. The rugged coastline, the whispering forests, and the quaint towns always seemed to call out to me. So, when I found myself in Portland, I knew I had to experience the Oregon Coast Tour for myself.

I had left the booking to the last minute, a risky move I soon realized. Every major travel company I contacted was fully booked, and I was beginning to lose hope. But then, a small independent operator, Infinite Oregon Tours, came to my rescue. TJ, the owner, was incredibly helpful and managed to squeeze me into a tour. It felt like a serendipitous start to what would become an unforgettable journey.

The Magic of Ecola State Park

Our guide, Ryan, picked me up from my hotel, and from the moment we set off, I knew we were in good hands. Ryan’s passion for nature was infectious. As we drove through the lush Coast Range Mountains, he shared stories of the land, its history, and its wildlife. It reminded me of the road trips of my youth, where every mile brought a new story, a new adventure.

Our first stop was Ecola State Park, a place that seemed to exist in a world of its own. The salty sea air, the ancient Sitka Spruce trees, and the dramatic basalt islands took my breath away. Ryan guided us through the park, pointing out the Roosevelt Elk and bald eagles that call this place home. It was a reminder of the beauty and wonder that exists in the world, waiting to be discovered.

A Stroll Through Cannon Beach

After our adventure in the park, we made our way to Cannon Beach. This charming seaside town was a delightful mix of art galleries, boutique shops, and cozy cafes. Ryan’s recommendations for lunch were spot-on, and I found myself indulging in fresh Pacific Coast salmon at a local bistro.

As I strolled along the sandy beach, the iconic Haystack Rock looming in the distance, I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It was as if I had stepped back in time to those carefree days of my youth, where the world was full of possibilities and the open road was my playground.

The tour was a perfect blend of nature, history, and culture, and Ryan’s knowledge and enthusiasm made it all the more special. As we made our way back to Portland, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the memories we had created and the stories we had shared. It was a day that would stay with me forever, a reminder of the magic that can be found on the open road.