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Travel Tuesday: Fort Stevens State Park

Last week we had gorgeous warm days, the first warm sunny days of the season, the kind of days that make you forget there was ever a rainy cold winter, and that you should probably slather SPF 500 all over your ghostly hide. We took one of those days and drove out to Fort Stevens State Park.

We had visited Fort Stevens a couple years ago, but the weather was not so great.

It’s a different experience when the sun is out. It’s a different experience when we can visit big, gorgeous beaches 15 minutes away. We also visited on a weekday, so there weren’t too many people out. The wreck above is the Peter Iredale. He was known on land for walking into walls. And he was known at sea for sailing into sand. I may have made all of that up.

The whole northern coast of Oregon from Tillamook Bay all the way up to Vancouver Island, BC is known as the Graveyard of the Pacific, because the weather is usually violent, and the coast is treacherous. The water almost looked tropical when we visited.

After visiting the shipwreck on the ocean side of the park, we kept driving north to the end of the jetty, where it curled around to the east and faced back into the river.

Thar be Astoria, 7 miles inland.

Looking further east, upriver. You see a tiny white blip on the horizon?

Thar be Mt St Helens.

I saw that and, mind = blown. That’s the Astoria-Megler Bridge skimming the surface of the river. Mt St Helens is about 90 miles as the crow flies, determined by me, scientifically holding up a ruler to a google map on my monitor.

On a warm day like this, we practically had the whole place to ourselves. I could imagine seeking refuge at this sheltered beach on a blisteringly hot day.

From here we wanted to get as close to the end of Oregon as we could. The whole park was flat with lovely bike trails and short trees that provided shade. We will have to take our bikes over here next time.

There was probably a time in my life where I my have been adventurous enough to climb over these rocks to get as close to the end as possible. Maybe when I was 12. They go out for about another mile and a half into the mouth of the river. I believe the tide was starting to come in at this point, as the ocean was visibly higher than the river.

There’s Cape Disappointment over on the Washington side.

This is looking inland, sort of north east. This beach is the last bit of land in Oregon.

Lovely, gorgeous day. Big beautiful state park. Our first redneck sunburn of the season. We can’t wait to come back.

Comments

  1. I have GOT to get my tuchus to Astoria!

    Katy

  2. Yes! We were just at Fort Stevens and I too thought it was a bike rider’s paradise. (We didn’t have our bikes with us, of course.)

  3. I am glad your good sense kept you from walking to the end of the jetty. The Coast Guard frowns on activity like that and does not like to have to rescue people who get caught by high tides.

  4. Aunty Laurie says

    Me Like Travel Tuesday!!!! 8~} !!! Wish I was There!

  5. I spent many of spring break and summers at Ft Stevens. My dad just mentioned a camping trip in August since its been too long! Love the mix of things you can do from the campsites. We used to ride to Coffinberry lake, over to the fort, and off to the beach all in one afternoon as kids. Bikes were used daily.

    So….now you have proceeded to make me green with envy. I was jealous with Hawaii. Then you moved to a apt. downtown. Then the Pearl. Then towards Mississippi area(right?). Now Astoria. I FRICKEN LOVE Astoria. I love to stay at the Hotel Elliot and hit the farmers market.
    So that being said….I would like to know the next envious thing ahead of time. ;)

  6. Thanks for following along Natika!

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