Oh Oregon…what a wonderland you are on the Pacific Coast. You make my heart sing and my body jump for joy. Your true beauty takes my breath away.
Isn’t it just lovely when you end the day with some private time alone listening to your favorite tunes as you walk your favorite stroll and fish jump all around you as you go? Just an added bonus when you can also capture photographs as beauty ascends upon you. What a life this is.
On a recent trip to Oregon, we stayed on the Haceta Head property. Haceta Head Light is a lighthouse on the Oregon Coast and is part of the Haceta Head Lighthouse State Scenic Viewpoint, a state park, midway up a 205-foot-tall headland. Built in 1894, the 56-foot-tall lighthouse shines a beam visible for 21 nautical miles, making it the strongest light on the Oregon Coast. Brisk winds and some smoke from the ongoing forest fires didn’t keep us away from enjoying beautiful views, a fire at the bed and breakfast, a joyful happy hour as another guest sang a maritime poem followed by an evening stroll up to the lighthouse for a clear view of the good old Milky Way!!! Sometimes you’re so in the right place at the right time!
The poem: Sea-Fever by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
From SALT-WATER POEMS AND BALLADS, by John Masefield, published by the Maxmillan Co., NY, © 1913, p. 55; the poem was first published in SALT-WATER BALLADS, © 1902.
There has been much debate over the first line and it is indeed “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky;” “go down to the seas” was a poetic way of saying going sailing and did not refer to any specific body of water, similarly “the lonely sea” was simply talking about open water rather than a specific sea.
Masefield’s use of the word “trick” indicates a period of duty on a specific task such as handling the wheel or lookout.
Just a nice Saturday gondola ride down Phillippi Creek. That’s amore.
Hope this slows you down and you take a deep breath to enjoy such stillness.
If you enjoy the country, a slower pace and way of life, getting a little dirty and wearing a big smile on your face, you’d enjoy Clewiston.
Close to Lake Okeechobee, Clewiston is known as Florida’s “sweetest town” due to the plethora of sugarcane fields! Clewiston is a city in Hendry County, Florida with a mere population of approximately 7,175 give or take a few.
If you do visit, you truly go back in time especially when you stay at the historic Clewiston Inn. It was built in 1938 by the United States Sugar Company to host company executives and visiting dignitaries. Pretty cool eh? The inn is registered as a National Historic Site which I didn’t realize when I stayed there for one quick evening. Sweet Clewiston takes me so far back to my childhood days spent with my grandparents on their 88 acres of land in Filmore, NY. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Absolutely everything, including the music playing on the radio with the windows down as you cruise through the country roads without a care in the world and the wind in your hair. Even when I’m just passing through, I get sucked in and stop along the country ways to photograph God’s great Earth and fondly think of my grandparents. I thank you Mr. Clewiston.