Maybe the Times has finally run out of things to write about Portland.
By the Beach, a Town Where Winter Also Has Its Fans
ON the drive south from Neahkahnie Mountain toward Manzanita on the north coast of Oregon, the view is startling: broad cobalt skies above shaving-cream waves that ghost toward shore, all complemented by low, purple mountains that bulk in the distance.
The article gives a few real-estate tips to rich people, but then explains the Oregon phenomena of coastal storm watching:
In early winter, the rains arrive, and winter storms; the average annual rainfall is about 90 inches. Even so, many residents say they look forward to the storms and sit on the beach to watch them roll in.
That’s under a Cons subheading, so hopefully the Times audience doesn’t read too carefully and us locals will still be able to get a cheap place to stay on the coast during the winter.
What kind of storms are we talking about here? And what happens when the storms actually get to the beach where the storm watchers are sitting?
urban pedestrian –
Just normal winter storms; rain, wind, big-ass waves. And generally you stay inside a cozy cabin or hotel room that has a picture window facing the ocean.
With a cup of cocoa.
Or glühwein.
Ah. That sounds good. I thought ya’ll were actually sitting on the beach waiting for the typhoon to hit or something.
You know I was having coffee with a bunch of coworkers the other day and I was having a Chai Tea and I said the smell reminded me of mulled wine and not one of the 7 people present knew what mulled wine was. Am I living in a parallel universe or what?
I always thought Chai Tea smelled like pumpkin pie. I don’t know what mulled wine is either…