A slate-gray sky hangs like dark wet gauze over the slackwater of Nehalem Bay.
The bay, teeming with aquatic life and verdant vegetation, is fed by the Nehalem River,
which began its drip down from the peaks of the jagged saw-toothed mountain range that culminates
at the shoreline in the jutting nose of Neahkanie Mountain, a tall cape of ominous grandeur to the north.
By the time it faces off with the mighty Pacific, this expansive estuary has become a still-life study of
the pastoral and idyllic, a postcard-perfect vista of the enigmatic Oregon Coast. |
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