La Push, Washington to Portland, Oregon. 4th November 2018. (Trip summary and links to posts.)
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Columbia River Gorge/ Waterfall Alley
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La Tourell Falls.
I had returned from the north Washington coast to Portland and picked up my partner Jools. We were heading down the Oregon Coast but first we travelled east to Columbia River Gorge for the waterfalls.
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Closer look at the top of La Tourell Falls.
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View from Vista House.
Vista House was built in the 1920s as a waystop for travellers. Here I am looking down past the carpark to the vista beyond. The river is the Hood River.
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Multnomah Falls.
Multnomah Falls formed 15,000 years ago at the end of a hanging valley during the Missoula Floods, a series of events when the ice walls damming inland Lake Missoula broke. It is 190 metres high (620 feet) and is the highest waterfall in Oregon. From 1884 to 1899 there was a railway bridge where the current pedestrian bridge is. The pedestrian bridge was built in 1914.
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Multnomah Falls.
There is a nearby Multnomah Lodge, built in 1925. For many years when travel was more slow it provided food and lodging to travellers. Nowadays, there are still meals, and a gift shop and an interpretive centre.
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Close-up on the Bridge at Multnomah Falls.
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Multnomah Falls.
There was another photographer at the base of the falls wearing a MAGA hat. I remember at the time wishing I was wearing the Che Guevera hat I purchased in Cuba.
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Mossy branches and autumn leaves on the side of the cliff at Multnomah Falls.
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Rocks and plants on the side of the cliff at Multnomah Falls.
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A burst of autumn colour on the side of the cliff at Multnomah Falls.
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Trees with mossy brtanches on the side of the cliff at Multnomah Falls.
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A rock at the base of the falls.
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A small tree near the base of Multnomah Falls.
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Looking down from the bridge at Multnomah Falls.
I would imagine that jumping from the bridge is not encouraged.
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Wider view of Multnomah Falls.
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
Now, we’ve turned back and headed to the Oregon coast. This wreck is near the north-west corner of Oregon, where the Columbia River comes out to the sea and forms the border with Washington.
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
I’m photographing directly into the sun here which is why the contrast is so extreme. The sun is hidden behind the wreck. It is late in the afternoon.
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
So if you come round to the other side of the shadow, the view is quite different. And all those people have miraculously disappeared.
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
A detail of the side of the wreck.
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
The Peter Iredale was a four-masted steel barque, 87 metres in length. In 1906 it had sailed from Mexico and was trying to make the Columbia River when it ran aground in a storm. It was carrying twenty-five crew and two stowaways. All were evacuated safely.
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Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
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A few stray bits of the wreck poking out of the beach.
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A few stray bits of … no, hold on they are people.
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Helicopter passing by.
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Ecola State Park
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Coastline of Ecola State Park.
We’re back further down the coast now, close to where I was staying for the night. This was taken from Ecola Point Viewpoint, using a long telephoto with the full-frame-equivalent focal length of about 400mm.
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Coastline of Ecola State Park.
It may not look like it, but this was taken at the same viewpoint as the previous image. It is a panorama of three 35mm-equivalent images, joined together. We are looking along Crescent Beach.
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Coastline of Ecola State Park.
This is just a single 35mm-equivalent image. It is starting to get dark. The lights of the settlement at Cannon Beach, where we were staying, are starting to come on. The rocks in the previous telephoto shot are in the far distance, at the end of the next beach. The effort required for me to remove all the people wandering around on the beach was greatly reduced by there not being any people on the beach. Just as it should be.
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