Living out here on the rugged Oregon Coast, there are few places that rival my home stretch of sand for sheer beauty, the mile long beach and estuary directly south of Cascade Head is one of them. I first saw this idyllic place when I made the mistake of landing a kayak on the front of Cascade Head in a rising swell seven years ago. Tent pitched in a crag I climbed the thousand foot slope behind my prison beach and stared enviously at this perfect slice of shoreline while I waited for the surf to subside. Six long days later I was finally able to break free, and I never did land at that beach, but I did vow someday to return. That opportunity came last fall when Westwind Stewardship Group
invited me to come teach a workshop at the their retreat. So it was that in the middle of a tempestuous February I loaded up the subaru with sticks and strings and skins, and headed a couple hours south to ply my trade.
invited me to come teach a workshop at the their retreat. So it was that in the middle of a tempestuous February I loaded up the subaru with sticks and strings and skins, and headed a couple hours south to ply my trade.
Bending the ribs on Day 2.
Always a pretty sight.
Dyed boats in the background.
The beach inside of the mouth of the Salmon river.
A successful class in a beautiful location. Thanks to Westwind for inviting me, I hope to return again.
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