Cannon Beach

There are those days when you just feel like getting out of town; however, fuel costs have kept us from multiple road trips this year (our car takes plus, not regular gasoline). So we decided on one day trip to the beach. We left early in the morning before the crowds started their beach exodus, and stopped for breakfast at Camp 18. Joe had something traditional and boring (eggs, sausage, biscuit) while I tried the rainbow trout breakfast. I imagine that if I had gone camping and fishing, rainbow trout cooked over the campfire for breakfast would really be delicious. It may even be worth it to spit out the bones periodically. I don’t think I’ll be ordering this in a restaurant again, but I had to see what it was like.


We originally planned to stop in Cannon Beach and then drive on to Manzanita, but once we found a parking spot in Cannon Beach, we decided to stay put for the day. Cannon Beach was named for, well, cannons. Earlier this year, some of the original cannons were actually discovered. I must not have been to the coast for a long time, because as I walked through the town’s main street and window-shopped, it was as though I was looking at everything through new eyes. We went down to the beach, sat, and people-watched, and Joe fell asleep. We dipped our toes in the water, which was predictably cold (didn’t seem to deter the children we saw splashing away). I found a neat Sylvia Paz watch at Haystack Gallery, and we both agreed on a glass-blown birdbath from Dragon Gallery for our balcony. A halibut & chip and clam chowder lunch at the Driftwood Inn, and our day was just about over. You couldn’t ask for a better day.