I've been camping at Nehalem Bay since I was about 16. Just about every year since. The first time I went was actually against my parents will. Nehalem is located on the Oregon Coast and it was a 6 hour drive away from where we were living at the time. My friends, my sister and I all told our parents that we would camp at a place about an hour away instead, but when it was time to leave- we all looked at each other and said "fuck it lets go to the coast". It was incredibly magical and we never told our parents. At least I don't think we did, and from what I can tell, no one is still eternally grounded. Early September is the best time to go, but impossible to last-minute reserve; unfortunately i'm not much of a planner...
We visited during a windy weekend, but it was still sunny and warm. Ian was looking forward a first attempt at salt-roasted branzini over the campfire, which was- as you can imagine, amazing. It seems a bit extravagant to bring this camping, but was totally worth beating every ounce of egg white by hand.
After Nehalem, we drove along the coastline up to Seaside and Canon Beach to check out Cave Rock and the endless salt water taffy shoppes. We crossed over the Astoria Bridge and winded back up to Seattle, where I am now, writing this post.
So what I'm really trying to say is this: go to the ocean, get sand in everything, eat too many s'mores, collect seashells, take the long way home; and for god's sake take photos.
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