cape lookout the nature trail

Deep Roots, A walk at Cape Lookout

The roots came out of the ground like fingers trying to catch my feet. The air was heavy with the fog, so dense it sat on our shoulders like a mystical blanket. It was early morning on a Monday on our trip of the Oregon coast. My husband had arranged a camping trip to Cape Lookout, on the remote Pacific Northwest, and a hike up the 10-mile trail. Personally, I used to not be one to love this camping or hiking business, especially after a night of heavy wine drinking of Oregon’s finest Pinot Noir, but somethings are better learned late than never.
I kept my sunglasses on as even the tiny trickle of light coming through the trees hurt. But the light didn’t feel real, from the moment we stepped on the dirt path the world changed. The colors were fresh. The green had many shades, it was hard to capture through the lens of the camera their true majesty. The thick air mystically hiding the ocean behind it as we walked the muddy pathways unaware of the steep sides next to us.
cape lookout nature trailIt was evident that at any second a fairy was coming out of the hanging ferns to guide us to the princess guarding this land, mother earth I imagine, in hopes of getting inside information about a species irrational enough to have destroyed many other sites like this. There were no signs of civilization, it was like being in one of The Hobbit movies where the landscapes are inexplicably enchanted it makes our hearts weep a little.
cape look out nature trailHalf way up the hike, as the pathway turned, we encountered a green canopy with massive roots crawling out of the earth and soft leaves hanging from the branches. Our brains, intoxicated by the smell of wet earth and ethereally clean air. Life stopped for what felt like hours as we stood there, jaw hanging, taking in the gifts we have been so blind to appreciate. I don’t know if I was still drunk or if indeed I had just witnessed a true wonder of the world – of life.
cape lookout nature trailAs we walked up the path, my mind kept fixating on the news of the five millions pieces of plastic clogging the oceans. The endless amounts of pollution — in the air, in our lives. The purity of this place, like a baby’s first smile, its innocence has no chance; is it here where we all come from? The path came out from the deep forest into an opening revealing the vast ocean. The sun still trapped behind some clouds, the sound of the birds flying over the waters trying to catch some lunch.
cape lookout nature trailWe sat at the end of the path, in a little corner covered by bushes and pee smell [a great way to ruin the romanticism of my memories] which forced us to leave and find another less fragrant spot. My hangover was gone, thankfully, as we sat on a cliff with our legs hanging over the rocks and our gaze lost in the horizon.

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