“You can try to show the magnitude of a mountain vista or the quiet bliss of a hot spring. But the truth is, you really have to be here to get it.”
The Oregon Coast
I’ve walked the white sands along the western coast of Nicaragua. I’ve played on the warm, sunny beaches of the Southern California shoreline. And I’ve built sandcastles beside the turquoise waters of Key West. But my favorite beach remains on the wild, rugged Oregon Coast.
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Photography by Geoff Les-Wragge
The Alvord Desert
The Alvord Desert lies like a crumpled piece of paper smoothed over a flat surface with mountains towering 5,000 feet above and directly to the west. The 70-mile mountain rangedominated the horizon. And as I took a step onto the lakebed, I heard absolutely nothing. I was amazed by how quiet it was. There was no wind, no ambient noise, and no one else around. The shimmering flats reminded me of a scene I’d once found in a National Geographic magazine. It was absolutely mesmerizing.
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The Columbia River Gorge
As if it builds anticipation throughout the workweek, the city of Portland lights up a little brighter on Friday evenings. On one recent weekend, that urban energy inspired my exploration of downtown Portland and the Columbia River Gorge.
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Portland to the oregon coast
Spring evenings in Portland are hard to beat. When the sun comes out and the air warms up, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than drinking beer with my friends. And sometimes a great beer can inspire more adventure — like a trip out to the Oregon Coast.
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Oakridge, Oregon
A few years ago, I saw a video about a small town outside of Eugene, Oregon called Oakridge.
There was a specific song attached to the video that I still sometimes get stuck in my head. And then the images flash before my eyes. Mountain bikes. Trails. Dirt. Smiles. Repeat. So obviously, I had to go.
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