|3/4/16 Haystack Rock|
[By Tina Koyama in Cannon Beach, Oregon] We’ve been going to Cannon Beach, Oregon, nearly every year for the past three decades. We honeymooned there, we’ve been there for Christmas, and we’ve seen it in every season except summer (when it’s mobbed). Only four hours south of my home in Seattle, it feels like a universe away.
|3/3/16 Haystack Rock|
The first night of our visit last week, a huge storm – rain, wind, even hail! – battered the windows of our hotel room, and even the floor shook. The next morning we walked along the surf for hours in the sunshine, shedding layers as we went, with hardly a breeze. That’s the way it is at Cannon Beach – you never know what you’ll get, day to day, but the weather doesn’t matter.
Despite the number of times I’ve seen Cannon Beach, I’ve only been a sketcher for the last four visits, so I never tire of sketching the same view, again and again. At high tide and low tide; in the morning, at midday and at dusk; in rain, sunshine and clouds; monolithic Haystack Rock is my touchstone. In its presence, I feel immensely small, and yet never more whole. Every time we visit, we experience something new, and at the same time, nothing ever changes. It’s why we go back to one of our favorite places on earth, year after year.