All the greens. Every shade. The Pacific Coast smells of green and rain. It rains, even if the forecast doesn’t call for it. The weather is a wicked stubborn child doing exactly the opposite of the predictions. The desert weather could be clocked like a train. Clouds came on time, rain started punctually. Not here. Clouds and wet come meandering in and out faithlessly.
We left the ocean for a minute camping in the Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest. We followed the dirt road out the long way the next day. Wind up and down a mountain. Once on pavement we headed out towards the coast again camping in Siuslaw National Forest that night.
Things I noticed:
- Gold claims along the river. Some just official signage, others clever names. At one a man was there at his claim panning in the river bank.
- The gradient of the trees dissolving into the low hanging clouds before the sun burned them off.
- Small waterfalls everywhere. Water dashing downhill being hugged by moss covered rocks and fallen trees.
- I kept thinking there must surely be something (big and bright) flowering? The only striking wild flowers were yellow and growing on a coastal evergreen bush (as far as I’ve made out). Otherwise the flowering trees and bushes have been cultivated in yards.
- Green life growing everywhere. Green things growing on top of green things on top of green things.
- The old bridges. There are these amazing old Gothic/Art Deco river bridges. Some concrete, some a combination of concrete and painted moss green steel.
- So far the southwest coast of Oregon is very small town. The towns all feel comfortable to visit.