Following my relaxing first night in Seaside, I began the more busy second day on the wrong foot by being thirty minutes late to checkout thanks to a missed alarm. Luckily, the folks at the Sandy Cove Inn were forgiving and I made my way out free of charge. My experience with the Inn was fantastic, and certainly is recommended by me for anyone looking for an affordable place to stay while visiting the beautiful Oregon coast. After checking out, I made my way to my home for the second night – a small campsite in Gearheart, Oregon.
As fast as I could, I pitched my tent and checked in to make up for my late start and reach all of the activities on the itinerary for the day. After a quick set-up, I rushed to Ecola State Park, the first destination of the day. Through a mile-long traverse on an extremely narrow road, I traveled deeper and deeper into the state park, until coming towards a crossroads with an overlook and beach trail.
I chose the overlook first, and the view did not disappoint. I looked over a sandy, beautiful beach with a rock-filled coast, and was amazed by the spectacle I laid my eyes on. On top of the initial trail, I traveled into a less-traveled trail and came across another interesting view of an enormous rock a few hundred feet off of the coast, which also was an amazing sight. For about an hour, I took in the view while attempting to capture the beauty of the park via my less-than-stellar photography.
Once I’d had enough of the overlook and the views from there, I decided to make my way down to the beach itself, which was even more gorgeous than the view overlooking it. The first section of the trail crossed over a bridge surrounded by green and was a great entrance into one of the most unique places I’ve been to in the form of Indian Beach.
The beach was a sight hard to put into words, where the smooth, white sand kissed the bottoms of my feet as I walked across its expanse. Numerous huge rocks jutted out from the water mysteriously, capturing my eye instantly. Another notable piece of the view was the storied lighthouse a mile and a half into the Pacific Ocean, a symbol of death due to the many fatalities of its builders and the many urns contained inside its body.
In what felt like a few minutes but ended up being a few hours, I had had my fair share of the views off of the main trails at Ecola State Park. I returned to my car and headed for my next destination for the day – Cannon Beach.
I arrived at Cannon Beach in the late afternoon, where I immediately searched for a bite to eat as I was famished. I came across Pizza A’ Fetta and I have to say I was beyond satisfied. If I’m ever to visit Cannon Beach again, Pizza A’ Fetta will be a go-to location, as the pizza may be the best I’ve ever had. The prosciutto pizza was delicious and had a bit of a bite to it, which made it all the better. Following my meal, I headed for the beach on a full and very satisfied stomach.
Onto Cannon Beach. Although the weather was not optimal – overcast and a bit breezy – the well-known Haystack Rock was still just as amazing as I’d heard and seen in pictures. To put into perspective just how massive the 250-foot-tall behemoth of a rock was, I mistook it to be close by and began walking towards it, then realized my mistake when I finally reached the rock over twenty minutes later! At the time I reached the rock, the sun was setting over the top of its peak, making for a beautiful picture of the natural flairs reflecting off of its surface.
When I’d finished admiring the gargantuan that is Haystack Rock, I began my long walk back to the opposite side of the beach. Unfortunately, the sunset was a bit disappointing due to the low clouds that covered the sky, but still had a bit of a moody aura to it which made for a decent sight.
The sun set completely around 9:15, and I quickly made my way to the car as the breeze was getting quite chilly. I completed my drive back to Gearheart in just a few minutes, where I brought firewood and Smores’ materials, relaxing by the fire until it was time for bed. With memories of endless beaches, a one-of-kind view in Haystack Rock, and an extremely full stomach, I drifted into sleep, ending the perfect weekend getaway I had the privilege to experience as happy as can be.