Oregon is one of those states in America that has too much scenery. From mountains to ocean to plains to wine country and all the activities to go with them. I wish there was a way they could share with other states (but not UT, CO, ID, or MT). Then we can all have similar amounts of cool. Sorry other gorgeous states. You already have enough awesome.I’ve had the pleasure of visiting Oregon more than a few times for work and play. Years ago on my first visit for work, I was (ironically) sequestered to the inside of a factory with no windows. I knew then, as I drove from the airport to location and back again, that I needed to return. On another work trip for a photo shoot, I was gifted the task of finding locations for hikers, kayakers, scientists, and bird-watchers. I pinched me too. We started in the Columbia River Gorge (above) and “worked” within scenic overlooks, forest trails, and a few of the many waterfalls (below).We traveled along the Columbia River back to Portland.Portland is a must-stop or if you need to get your city vibe on. Yes, the hip factor thrives here. Do the food trucks, neighborhoods, and the truly local joints.
If not Portland, see other cities of Oregon. Certainly stop in the small towns…
…Newport is one of them. On the same photo shoot, we collaborated with a family at a lighthouse in the morning and researchers among the dunes (doing real work) in the late afternoon. We had lunch near the harbor of fishing boats and dinner with a view of the coast. Yes, my job is occasionally very cool. This gig was one of my favorites and it has since been filed under Production Nirvana.
If you decide to visit Oregon, seeing everything in one trip can be a challenge. On my most recent visit (for fun) we could have taken a week to do the coast only. From Astoria to the California border is about 380 miles – but you’ll easily add mileage along the way to see, eat, shop, and fill your camera with photos. I do know you’ll add extra time to heal your sore neck – from gawking.
I could easily fill your screen with more photos and continue to gush about the Oregon scenery but there aren’t enough adjectives – and this is not a travel blog. I would simply put forth that this State is easily one of the top five in America. Travel is subjective, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all human beings have different tastes. My travel tips for Oregon (and anywhere) are: experience the little things, meet the local people, try something new, see something not recommended by the travel bureau, and create your own scenic overlook. Whether work or play, plan on visiting more than once…
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August 1, 2016 EXCERPT from the book Fauna’s Thread by Jamie Vesay.
All three Piels were at Katherine’s Collectibles. Since Fron had become obsessed with repairing vintage devices, he had set up a workbench in the back corner of the store. Katherine and Fauna were standing beside him as he tinkered with a 1960’s record player. After he tightened a last screw, he removed an album from a sleeve, placed it on the platter, and slid the switch to Start.
“All right,” he announced. “Watch and listen.”
Fauna was intrigued as the turntable spun. The arm swung over and the needle touched the record. Music! Her eyes grew in fascination.
“Awesome,” she declared.
Fron explained, “This is how we used to play songs. Back when you could see the music playing.”
Fauna watched as the needle drifted in the grooves of the album, trying hard to read the label in the middle as it spun. She leaned her ear to the attached speaker, bobbed her head, and started to dance.
Fron was proud of his repair. Katherine leaned over to him. “She and I need to go. I have a delivery on our way to dropping her at the sanctuary. I’ll pop over to the auction in Hastings and we’ll swing back around later.”
“Wait,” Fron said. “Let her enjoy the song.”
Fauna danced the length of the store and weaved in and out of the narrow aisles. The floor creaked and a few small items shook on the shelves.
Katherine consented. “It does sound great. I could make space up front. I bet it would sell right away.”
Fron suggested, “Or we could take it home.”
Fauna whirled and waltzed toward the back of the store. As she wound herself down, her momentum caused her to bump into Fron’s workbench. The needle scratched and the music stopped.
“Oops,” Fauna claimed. “Sorry. What’d I do?”
Fron’s eyes widened. He put the player’s arm on the rest.
Katherine warned, “It’s okay, but you have to be careful with this kind of music player.”
Fron kidded, “Don’t you all need to get going?”
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