
Scratch Pad
An enduring sense of place
Some of my earliest memories of visiting the Oregon Coast are with my dad’s mother, who we called ... Read more
Some of my earliest memories of visiting the Oregon Coast are with my dad’s mother, who we called ... Read more
Tillamook Head drops more than 1,000 feet from the summit of Clark’s Mountain to the Pacific Ocean below. ... Read more
Susan Bagley Barr still remembers the winter morning in 1951 when a rogue wave swept through a gap ... Read more
They come ringing the doorbell and ask if we’re still here. Have we moved? Has the building sold ... Read more
On April 4, 1925, Astoria was emerging from a cloud of ash. Two and a half years earlier, ... Read more
In Astoria, 1,200 miles of the Columbia River spill into the vast Pacific. From above, silver tributaries branch ... Read more
To clear my head, I take drives. Sometimes nowhere, and lately in the mornings east on Highway 30 ... Read more
“I believe everything has a soul,” the poet Mary Oliver writes in “Staying Alive,” an essay from the ... Read more
Seaweed, dried and pressed into lifelike shapes and muted green and yellow hues, covered a table at the ... Read more
As of this week, the readers will have chosen. The winners of Coast Weekend’s annual Readers’ Choice Awards ... Read more