"Embrace the fog," I kept telling Kate. "Let it envelop you; see the world of the fog."
"What are you talking about? It's depressing," was her only reply.
Another foggy morning greeted us as we headed 12 miles north of Florence, OR, on Route 101. We drove over the Cape Creek Bridge, which resembles a Roman aqueduct, with a single parabolic arch that spans half its 619-foot length. It was built of reinforced concrete and opened in 1932.
We took the exit that brought us to Devil’s Elbow Beach, under the bridge we had just crossed.
The fog seemed to be selective. Here it lifted enough to give us a glimpse of the Pacific through a piece of driftwood.
Looking to the right, we could see the fog engulfing the huge rocks just offshore.
We set off on the nearby trail to the house on the cliff, which was one of our destinations.
The wide trail wound through the edge of the Siuslaw National Forest, which would have made a fine destination in its own right.
As we made our way uphill on the quarter of a mile hike, we stopped to take this photo. The fog seemed to surround the scene, providing only an outline of the tree-covered cliff, yet highlighting the crescent-shaped beach.
Shortly, on the west side of Heceta Head, 205 feet above the ocean, we arrived at Heceta Head Lighthouse, one of the most photographed on the coast.
The light at the top of the 56-foot tower was illuminated in 1894; the automated beacon, seen 21 miles from land, is rated as the strongest light on the Oregon coast.
The historic assistant lighthouse keeper's house (Heceta House; built 1893) now operates as a bed and breakfast inn.
Driving back to Florence, we took time to stop at a couple of overlooks for these views of the ocean.
A gull completed this photo of the coast line.
This scene of the beach, the waves, the ocean, and the fog showed the fog in the ideal position--"waiting" off shore for the cue to embrace the beach or the people on the beach.
Just so it waits for its cue. In the case of fog, too long an embrace can be depressing.