For most of my childhood we camped with friends up at the Cape (before the campground got fancy). The family we camped with had part ownership in one of the last of the double ended dories (the kind that had to be rowed through the surf before powering up the engine). I caught my first salmon (not to mention endless bottom fish) right off Haystack Rock. The dories still go out but there is nowhere near the number that used to exist. As the folks got older we stayed at a rental house on the east side of the river. In 1976 my parents bought a tiny little place (old WWII housing that had been trucked down from Portland in two pieces in the late 40’s) on the west bank of the river (right beside the path of the sewage plant discharge pipe). An ideal spot that provided great memories for the whole family. When my dad passed 2 years ago my sister bought the place, so now I stay at the Surf “N Sand. I’m glad they banned the dune buggies for environmental reasons, but that whole dune buggy culture was wild back in the day. Some of those machines were works of art. My tightwad dad even got caught up in it, buying a decrepit old bucket of bolts that buried itself anytime the tires hit the sand. Some of the best memories of my life involve Pacific City......
Actually, I was already well into it by then. But I was certainly the King Kibitzer while the project was underway. I’m sure the contractors were more than happy when I wasn’t around.....
S2 is like the govt...us old geezers need to retire and let the young folks take over for once and for all damnit!
Yeah, they've upped twitter to 240 characters and everyone knows the cool kids use instagram snapchat and whatever else the youngin's use!
It would be an interesting poll for the forum. What age bracket do you fit in? 70+ 60-70 50-60 40-50 30-40 20-30 Younger than 20
I believe the Peter Iredale is about gone by now. The last time I saw it must have been 15 or 20 years ago, it was about gone at that time. When I was a young kid, it was really quite a sight. There used to be a great restaurant, the Oceanside, overlooking the ocean right near the major beach access road in Gearhart. We were eating dinner there one early evening when the Russian navy steamed by close enough so you could count the ships. It was part of a tit for tat game that our two navies played.
Hey, I applied for a job there. They took one look at my hands and said "those are almost as small as Trump's. We can't use you."
