The beaver state

On the West Coast of the United States, right above California, there’s an almost unknown green state called Oregon. Some of you might be going through a momentary amnesia and anxiously typing the word ‘Oregon’ on Google, hoping to find the inner light.

Well, that’s exactly what I did before moving there.

 

59179_147727555263957_7422139_nOregon. The green land of nature and rain.

Mostly rain.

The beaver state, the state of the gloomy sky, of the wild side of the Pacific Ocean, and a wide and often forgotten area, the Pacific Northwest, named after it, which includes Washington (the state, not the city).

The Columbia River Gorge, the snowy peaks of Mount Hood, Cannon Beach, Multnomah Falls, Portland’s lively atmosphere.. the wonders of Oregon are many; it is a place that particularly fits those who love nature and the outdoors.

 

 

For many, the history of this state begins with the pioneers, with the arrival of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark at the mouth of the Columbia River, sent by Thomas Jefferson in 1805 to collect data on the continent and find new routes for fur trades; others reckon the boom of settlers who followed the Oregon Trail in the last century.

 

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In reality, the dominating characteristics of the state- its jagged shores and
rugged mountains- were formed thousands of years ago.

It’s a place full of magnificent settings formed by the volcanoes, by earthquakes and glaciers of the past. Some of these phenomena created the rich soil, which is one of the most agriculturally diverse in the whole nation. Others created the offshore islets that characterize the coast.

 

Okay, I admit it, maybe I’m a little biased. But if there’s an area of the United States that you should visit, that’s definitely the Pacific Northwest.

 

When I first found out I would be living there for a whole year, I didn’t know exactly what to expect. They told me I would be a couple hours from Seattle and, being a fan of Grey’s Anatomy, I really couldn’t have hoped for anything better. But I was a little perplexed because of the clime, which is characterized by frequent rain (just think that it rains non-stop from September until April/May!). You can imagine my confusion at the time.

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Excited because I would leave,

worried because I did not know what I would have to face,

stressed because no, being told that there’s basically no sun ain’t exactly the best news,

 and happy because despite the humidity and the gloomy sky, I knew I would enjoy every second of it.

 

 

I ended up in Rainier, a small village of about 2000 people in the Columbia 800px-Columbia_County_Oregon_Incorporated_and_Unincorporated_areas_Rainier_Highlighted.svgCounty, north-west of Oregon.

Because I come from a town of 7000 inhabitants, getting to an even smaller place seemed – for a lack of better words- a disgrace to me. Would I be able to get used to everything in such a small community, in such a small school where they all knew each other ever since they were born?

I got my answer shortly after.

 

It became my Oregon, my second home. 74528_158140500889329_2722955_n

 

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It’s a treasure box full of places that evoke incredible emotions.

I want to share them all with you, until you’ll be convinced to book a flight to Portland and explore every corner of this beautiful state.

You won’t regret it, I promise.

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