Cape Blanco

Perhaps the most memorable and indeed defining portion of our Oregon sojourn was our visit to the very desolate Cape Blanco. A state park by definition; the area was immaculate and strikingly beautiful. Landmarked by the Cape Blanco lighthouse, the headland jutted out into the wild Pacific ocean shadowed by miles of unkempt beach. But the defining character of this section of coastline was the littering of rocky outcrops jutting out of the ocean - some as far as 3 miles out to sea - that added a depth and texture to the horizon found nowhere else along the Pacific coast. We stumbled upon this remarkable wilderness after diverting off the 101 trusting in only a vague parks map but were rewarded with an endless section of empty and sheltered campsites high up on the Blanco headland. Subsequently, sun-downers were the unanimous call and so after our most traditional braai to date, we spent the rest of the evening perched high up on the cliffs graced by one of the more glorious sunsets we'd encounter on our entire journey.