|Loggers on Highway 26|
|Those delicious cherries on the dash of the Blue Devil|
|Schooner's Cove sign|
|View of Cannon Beach from hotel looking south|
|View of Cannon Beach from hotel looking north|
|Sunset on the beach, back of Schooner's Cove|
|Community lounge, picnic chairs & grills|
|Inside of our room at Schooner's Cove|
|Bird Rocks and Chapman Point|
|Ecola Creek meeting the Pacific Ocean at sunset|
|Tillamook Lighhouse in the distance|
Cannon Beach, OR, is located on the Pacific Northwest Coast of Oregon, 80 miles west of Portland and 25 miles south of Astoria. It is surrounded by the rugged natural beauty of forests, ocean beaches, rivers, and the Oregon Coast Mountain range. The town is only four miles in length, and has an approximate population of 1,700. No franchise type businesses are allowed in Cannon Beach so lining the streets are "mom and pop" boutiques, art galleries, restaurants and pubs.
|Everything is beautiful at Cannon Beach|
|Bill's Tavern - a good place to enjoy a pint|
You didn't expect to read this blog post and without a history lesson, did you? Well, here it is...the area now known as Cannon Beach was first inhabited by native cultures, and then, since the late 1800s, by American settlers. In 1806, Captain William Clark, of the Lewis & Clark Expedition, traveled south to Cannon Beach in order to secure needed blubber from a whale beached near the mouth of Ecola Creek (right in front of our hotel!). Supposedly, the Lewis & Clark Expedition was tired of eating elk and dog meat so they thought whale blubber would be a tasty alternative!
Back to our trip.....after we settled into our hotel we went in search of refreshments and found them at a hardware store, of all places. Cannon Beach Hardware & Public House sits on the main drag of Hemlock St. We enjoyed a local micro-brew in their beer garden and then went souvenir shopping in the hardware store. G-man couldn't convince himself that he needed one of the store's "Screw & Brew" T-shirts!
|Cannon Beach Hardware & Public House|
|Public house side|
Next, we roamed nearly four miles of pristine beach in search of sand dollars but came back to our hotel without any treasure. Starving after our long walk we headed to Fultano's Pizza (have we mentioned how much Oregon loves pizza?) for a little pie. They were closing but made us a pizza "to go" that we took back to our balcony and enjoyed along with the view. We left our little "pizza-mooching" dog at home (with his grandparents) but had a "pizza-mooching" seagull demand our crumbs, instead. I guess the seagull didn't see the sign about not feeding birds and wild life around the hotel.
|Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!|
With our bellies full and our feet aching it was time to hit the hay. Wait, we mean go to sleep, as tomorrow we hit the hay - Haystack Rock, that is!