The Primal Beginning of an Oregon Weather System

Last Sunday on February 25, my girlfriend and I took from our house in Eugen to investigate Baker Beach on the dunes just north of Florence. We drove through ferocious rains each sipping our hot drinks of choice mine being coffee, hers being mate. Both of us sufficiently wired as wove through the dreary small towns in between Eugene and the coast. We passes Walton (don't blink or you'll miss it) and the logging town of Mapleton, Oregon. I had been yearning for the smell of the ocean and after an hour we had made it to the coast and I smelled the sea air wafting up my nose, along with the torrential wind and rain that came into the car. We drove through a swampy bog to the entrance of Beverly Beach. This area of the Oregon Coast has giant sandunes that follow the coastline for almost a hundred miles. There are thickets of forest, mucky bogs full of reddish water, and beachgrass by the plenty. We dawned our rain gear and stepped out into the storm, most of the trails had become small creeks and we backtracked a few times through the bushes to avoid the small ponds that had formed in the trail. We ventured through the dunes able to get our first glimpse of the sublime beauty of the Pacific Ocean. Not to mention the raw force of the gale force winds that slammed against our faces as there was nothing to protect us from the fiery of the storm system coming off the ocean. We soon had to retreat to the wind block of the dunes just behind the beach, there we rested and regained our energy after being faced with the onslaught of the ferocious weather. Soon more dark clouds moved in and small icy balls began to pelt us and we took off of a mad dash for the car before the hail could become dangerous. We arrived at the car drenched and with frozen hands but we had delicious thermos of hot cocoa awaiting for us in the car. We were once again reminded of the primal beginning of an Oregon storm system as we made our way back to florence to dine on fresh seafood.