Here we go again, living in an Airbnb for one month. We are all about the view, and what a view we find in Astoria, Oregon. Watching massive cargo ships and tankers pass below the 4.1-mile-long Astoria-Megler Bridge puts us in a trance.

Ship passing under the Astoria-Megler Bridge

This behemoth crosses the Columbia River near where it flows into the Pacific Ocean. It connects Oregon to Washington. I love it when the fog rolls in and the foghorns blow, into the mystic.

“When that Foghorn Blows…”

We are living on the second floor, in a house turned triplex, built in 1904. Of course, noise from the unit above travels through the creaky wooden floors.

Our home for the month

Sometimes it sounds like the Goonies are having a bowling tournament upstairs. Yes, the classic adventure-comedy movie “The Goonies” was filmed here in Astoria years ago. But with a view and setting like this, we do not mind the Goonies.

Definitely a room with a view

This small city of Astoria with a population of 10,000 marks the oldest American settlement west of the Rockies. Commercial fishing, canneries, and seafood processing used to be the economic base. No canneries currently operate. It is now a service-based economy based on tourism as is obvious from the breweries, funky restaurants, bars, and quirky retail stores that line the streets and Riverwalk.

Astoria Brewing

Bowpicker Tuna Fish and Chips

Fun shopping in Downtown Astoria

Seafood stores and breweries attract us the most. Oysters, razor clams, crab, and smoked fish dominate my kitchen.

Fresh Oysters

Razor clams for Dinner

Crab Salad

Most mornings, we walk along the Columbia River while birds hunt and fish at low tide. Summer temperatures hover in the 50s and 60s F (around 10–16 C), as they do along much of the Oregon coast, while the rest of the United States swelters through heat waves.

Pelicans eating breakfast

Heron fishing the Columbia River

Putrid scents from a mixture of brewery yeast and waste from seafood processing, mixed with low tide mud come and go, but the air is so cool and fresh it reminds us of Alaska.

The Astoria “Eagle Couple”

I located a good gym that is open 24 hours a day and Marilynn finds scenic hikes both in town, and just a short drive away. We live our life just like in Arizona, only on a different planet with cool temperatures, on a huge river surrounded by old growth forests, only a stone’s throw away from the Pacific Ocean.

Views from the Riverwalk Astoria

Hiking up to the Astoria Column

Views of Haystack Rock from Ecola State Park

Where else can you hike quiet mountain trails that wind through old-growth forest along rugged, rocky coastline in such perfect weather? If you are lucky, herds of elk and deer appear along the way.

Hiking in Ecola State Park

Views from trail to Indian Beach

Views from Cape Falcon Trail

Elk near Ecola State Park

When not hiking, Marilynn gets me off the couch to attend events such as the Scandinavian Festival (Her roots), the Pride Parade, and the July 4th waterfront celebration. Or to climb the 161 stairs to the top of the Astoria Column, for panoramic views. Something goes on every weekend.

Marilynn celebrating her heritage at the Scandinavian Midsummer Festival

He better say that!

PRIDE celebration, Astoria

Snake Farm Family Band on the Beer Pier, 4th of July

4th of July, Astoria

Astoria Column

View from the top of Astoria Column

As this month flies by, we gear up into travel mode to drive and hike through the Northern Cascades to Winthrop, Washington.

Washington State Pass Spires, Liberty Bell

Diablo Lake North Cascades National Park

Blue Lake Trail, North Cascades

Winthrop, Washington

We passed through Winthrop fifteen years ago, saw a flier for an annual blues festival, and swore that we would be back. Guess what, we finally made it! Three days of blues music, with notable names such as Sue Foley, “The California Honeydrops” and Marilynn’s favorite “Southern Avenue” made for an enjoyable way to relax.

Winthrop Blues Festival

Sue Foley, Winthrop Blues Festival

California Honeydrops, Winthrop Blues Festival

Southern Avenue, Winthrop Blues Festival

The geriatric crowd made me feel young, until realizing that I am one of them.

Winthrop Blues Festival

The crowd, Winthrop Blues Festival

Time for our descent down into the 115 F (46 C) back home in Phoenix. We take the backroads along the Oregon coast until the interstate becomes the only viable option. Re-entry goes smoothly but feels like a different planet.

What a great month in Astoria, Oregon

Thank You, Abundant Universe!

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