Pure Poetry, Baby – Cape Blanco, OR
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
The Lighthouse, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, circa 1848
There is something so very moving about lighthouses, especially those who have never extinguished their light. They remain alive with history, their beams stretching through the decades, their grand towers an ever-steady comfort in a world of change. Coming to such a place is like stepping back in time. Civilization fades, time slows and you become absorbed by the story. It’s the kind of place that sweeps you away and speaks to your soul. It’s the kind of place I can totally get into.
We are at the oldest continuously operating lighthouse on the OR coast. First lit in 1870 it has never quenched its’ light and perches dramatically on the cliffs of a 200-foot cape. It’s also the western-most point in Oregon, over 6 miles from the nearest coastline in a remote and wild spot. There is nothing here but the cape, our campground and the ever-steady Cape Blanco Lighthouse, and we are so far out the weather creates it’s own patterns. The fact that someone once lived here is almost beyond comprehension and yet there’s a unique beauty that draws you in. It’s crazy, it’s foggy, it’s windy, it’s isolated…and it is pure poetry, baby!
We arrived yesterday to one of Cape Blanco’s spectacular sunny days. The weather here can easily go through 20 changes in a day, but when the clouds part and the sweeping curves of the cape are revealed there is no place quite as glorious. After tucking into our large and private host site we bounced down to the beach for a play in the sand. An hour later we ambled back up the hill to see Chris & Cherie from Technomadia (our lighthouse co-hosts for the month) pulling into their site next to us. We’ve wanted to meet-up with these guys for years so it was almost surreal to finally hug and see them in person. Yeah! After lighthouse orientation and more afternoon lounging, we spent the evening chatting with our new friends in “the beast” while Cape Blanco did another weather-jump and rained outside. A perfect start to our sojourn!
We’ll be here for all of September hopefully enjoying the best month Cape Blanco has to offer while we host at the lighthouse. We don’t expect to be doing much except immersing ourselves in the beauty that is this remote spot, doing long hikes in the woods and hanging w/ our buddies. The story is just beginning, but I predict our poem here will be a lasting masterpiece.