Between The Pines And The Pacific

With its seaside enclaves and dramatic landscapes, the Oregon Coast is tailor-made for road-tripping. Johannes Lichtman takes the wheel for a week of beachgoing, beer tastings, and back-to-nature adventures.

- Johannes Lichtman

The nestucca river was quiet except for a great blue heron that unfurled its massive wings and flapped away disgruntled every time our kayaks approached. On one side of me was Mike, my best friend and travel companion on my trip down the Oregon Coast. On the other side was Ryan Fox, our eminently personable guide, who, bearded and rugged, looked as you would expect an adventurer to look—except for his toenails, which were painted orange. “My wife did it once, like, three years ago as a joke,” he said. “But I liked how it looked. I guess it stuck.”

As we paddled along in the cool air—despite being early August, it was a pleasant 18° Celsius—we watched Fox chase down a renegade beer bottle someone had thrown in the water. We listened as he told us about Bayocean, an early-20th-century “Atlantic City of the West” that fell into the sea after developers failed to account for the erosive effect their work would have on the land.

The breeze picked up; paddling got harder. Fox pointed to a van parked by a modest waterfront house. “That belongs to one of the foremost Bigfoot experts,” he said, before qualifying, “in Oregon.”