Stormy Goodbye’s! A Wild Adieu To Cape Blanco, OR
So finally (finally) we are leaving Cape Blanco. I know I said I probably wouldn’t take anymore pics of this spot, but can I help it if the gorgeousness of the Cape just sucks me in and captivates me? And as if that wasn’t enough she decided to send us off in style, with a little something to remember her by if you will. It was the Cape’s special way of making sure we knew who was in charge. She sent us a storm, and not just any storm but one of those famous Oregon Coast storms that are only supposed to happen in winter. It was crazy, it was exciting and it…was…AWESOME!
It started out with total calm, the kind of eeeerie, weird calm where not a blade of grass was moving. We had our full-day shift in the lighthouse that day and almost sweltered under the oppressive weight of the pre-storm. Something was coming and the world was deathly silent in anticipation. That night it started slowly…a breeze here, a gust there…just a touch of the thing to come. When the morning dawned the storm awoke with her and the wind took hold. She stretched her grip over the Cape claiming her presence…building, growling, moaning and finally all-out howling. We did our morning shift in the early craziness and shut down the lighthouse when winds topped 50 MPH and we could no longer stand straight in the gusts. Can you say wind mullet, folks?
The afternoon continued with gusts and bursts, hitting 64 mph (103 kmh) before the rain took over and dominated the play. That evening we cozied up inside “the beast” with Chris & Cherie combining some home-spun margaritas with a Fabulous Fritter Fiesta (zucchini that is) followed by yummy-to-die-for avocado chocolate mousse. Somehow the crazy weather made the whole thing so much more intimate, so much more profound and we expounded on life philosophies and deeper thoughts alongside the sound of gusting rain slashing on the roof. Connections in the storm. Amazing!
The following morning was just a second taste…torrential, pelting sheets of rain followed by gusting winds back up to another peak of 61 MPH. Oh MY! Our sheltered campsite kept us safe and allowed us to weather the nuttiness and peek out at the thrashing trees without even having to pull in our slides (I already told you how much I love this campground, right?).
And finally we come to today, the day of our departure. Rain and wind have finally calmed (there’s even a slice of blue sky out there!) giving us room to take off and head south. The Cape bids us goodbye with a smirk and seductive wink. “How do you like me now?” she says. We hug our friends and respectfully bow to nature’s mistress. You might think you out-rained me, but what you really did is sweep me off my feet. I’ll be back again Cape Blanco, for I’m in love and I want more of the same.
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