Astoria is a small city at the northern border of Oregon, a few miles up the Columbia river. Between Sept. 7th and 10th it was “home” to us. We stayed at the West End Basin marina, at the historic district.
It would be pretentious to say we got to know Astoria. But the little we have seen, we liked.
It had been a while since we last stayed in a marina, tied to a dock. That was already a plus. The weather also helped a little, giving us one and a half dry days – one of them being actually sunny. The marina had a lot of character, with a mix of modern tourism speedboats and old, decaying cruising craft. And the city’s historic district has its charm. There’s a boardwalk, some interesting architectural elements, and a few eateries within walking distance of the marina. We even had pizza one night (boy I hadn’t eaten pizza in almost three months).
Our time there was filled with activities involving the kids. Adriana floored the throttle on homeschooling, there was an outside activity for them, and they also volunteered to wash Pesto. Our walks to the restaurants nearby via the boardwalk granted them long skateboard rides, which they loved.
And then, there was a sea lion who claimed a pier close to where we stayed, right at the entrance of the marina. And he/she greeted every boat going in and out with its characteristic noise – it was fun.
Overall, we had a good time at Astoria. And then, the time came to move on. Our next destination: Newport, at the mouth of Yaquina River, in the middle of Oregon’s coast. Some 95 miles from Astoria.
There will be a post about it. Soon.
(*) —> answer to the mystery question above: this is a macro photo of the rust on the marina wall, which is made of iron sheets