Today I had gone out to take dinner to a friend of mine who had a baby about a week and a half ago. While I was there she let me hold her daughter.
I was already that far out and I decided to just keep going west out to the beach. I know, I know. I go to the beach A LOT! I love the beach, and something about it and being up in the mountains is in my blood.
While I was driving over the mountains I was thinking about what life would have been like living in said mountains in a logging town in the early days of Oregon history. Logging Towns are basically Oregon’s version of the gold and silver towns that are now ghost towns or if they are still in existence rely on tourism to stay afloat, especially if they are close enough to the ocean or the mountains (for skiing/snowboarding) or the Columbia River. Many of the logging towns have disappeared. Part of why I was thinking about the old logging towns is for preservation, and granted with the right permits turn it into our equivalent of Barkerville (a restored gold town in the Caribou district of British Columbia).
I am one of those people who takes notice of how the air smells and other than while driving through Tillamook (which just smelled like cow manure) the whole time I was at the coast, the air smelled amazing. I can’t really describe it and beings that Smell-o-Vision does not exist I can’t tell you to watch my vlog in order to smell it for yourself. It has that normal beach smell mixed with an additional wet smell as we have had a huge surplus of rain this year (Astoria has had more than 20 inches more than normal in rainfall so the Tillamook area has got to have a similar surplus of rain). It also smelled like a forest after it has rained, which isn’t surprising since I drove through a forest to get to the beach.