Daily Life At Cape Blanco
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night: to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring… these are some of the rewards of the simple life. (John Burroughs)
Our daily life is mosey’ing along here at Cape Blanco and for today’s post I thought it would be fun to share some daily pics and impressions from our first few weeks here. You could call it the more mundane side of life, or perhaps the more true. It does not make it any less interesting, or less rewarding which is perhaps why it’s worth a share.
First of all the weather has been pretty darn spectacular, which is kind of what you expect this time of year. September is simply put one of the nicest months to be on the Oregon coast. It starts to cool off enough (inland) that you don’t get much fog, it’s dry enough that you don’t get much rain and the temps hover almost constantly around a pleasant 65-70°F (~18-21°C). It’s the lull of the change of seasons, the calm before the onset of the winter storms, and the silence before the winds shift their direction and start howling from the south.
We typically start the day with a long walk in the woods with doggie, sometimes taking the mile or so trail down to the southern beach for a good sand-romp. If we’re working morning shift at the lighthouse we’re at the gates of the grounds at 9:45am, while on afternoon shifts we’ll arrive to relieve the lighthouse hosts at 12:30pm. Most days we get around 100-150 visitors on a steady trickle, although we’ll occasionally have unusual downsides or “rushes” especially right around the 3:15pm last ticket sales call (what is it about closing time that always brings the rush?). By 4pm everyday we’re home and lounging in our spacious and private RV site.
It’s easy, pleasant work and almost everyone who comes to see us (with very few exceptions) loves being there and learning about the lighthouse. I still enjoy the history and I still get a rush (even 3 years later) from the first “wow” when folks see the gorgeous Fresnel lens in the tower. It’s a piece of pure art up there.
The nature here is something I’ve described in lots of previous posts, but it’s gorgeous enough to be worthy of an encore. Cape Blanco sticks out like a lonely thumb into the Pacific Ocean, so far out in fact that it’s very close to being the westernmost point in the lower 48 (Cape Alava in WA technically beats us). This leaves it very exposed and very wild. On foggy days it closes in to a complete whiteout, so dense you can breathe the moisture in the air, while on sunny days you can see the cape stretch off into what seems like infinity, her sides curving from the point like the seductive outline of a rubenesque woman.
The lighthouse stands proud and bare on top of the cliffs, guarding the point in all her glory and flashing her guiding light through day and night. In the campground thick forest trails and undulating hills bound the landscape while at the base of the cliffs sandy beaches glimmer for miles with nary a person on them. To top it all off huckleberry bushes burst almost everywhere with sweet, purple treats (there are literally so many, I’m seriously tempted to rename this place Huckleberry Heights).
Towards evening we take a tasty beverage and usually wander on down around 40 feet to an open overlook (our sunset viewing spot) for the last rays of the day. Here we’ll often be joined by campers and fellow hosts to chat and socialize, exchanging stories and impressions from our day. In between all these adventures we work on the blog, BBQ, shop at farmer’s markets, take out the cats & just generally go about life.
And that’s what we do, folks….Hike, lounge, work, volunteer, relax and sunsets. It may be a simple life, but that does not make it any less rewarding.