Cape Perpetua Campground — Hotel in Florence

In the twilight of summer, when the days were long and the nights whispered of ancient forests, a company of ten set forth to the Cape of Perpetua. They journeyed not for gold nor glory but for the simple joy of the earth’s embrace, seeking solace beneath the boughs of towering spruce trees and beside the murmuring waters of a hidden stream.

Upon arrival, the company found reserved campsites nestled in a verdant glade, where the air was thick with the scent of earth and the songs of unseen birds. The camp host, a kindly soul with eyes that had seen many seasons, granted them the boon of an additional site. This space, larger and more open than the others, became their gathering place—a hearth in the heart of the wild. Here, they cooked their meals over open flames, shared tales of old, made merry with songs played upon ukuleles, and laughed long into the night, as the stars wheeled overhead like the jewels of forgotten kings.

As the first night fell, the gentle stream that wound its way behind their campsites sang them to sleep. Its voice was soft, like the distant memory of a lullaby, and it carried them to dreams filled with the echo of the ancient woods. In the days that followed, the company set out on foot, exploring the winding trails that stretched out from their camp, each path leading them deeper into the mysteries of the forest. The land was generous in its beauty, and they marveled at every step.

Yet even as the campground filled with travelers from distant lands, a curious enchantment seemed to cloak their company. The trees stood tall, guarding their privacy, and the voices of others were but a distant murmur, as though the forest itself had woven a spell of seclusion about them.

In that place, they found what they had sought: a peace that lingered in the stillness of the woods, in the clean, modern bathhouses that offered comfort in the midst of untamed nature, and in the sense of fellowship that grew stronger with each shared moment. And when their time at Cape Perpetua came to an end, they departed with hearts full of the forest’s secrets, knowing that the wild had welcomed...

It started out a picture perfect afternoon at Cape Perpetua Campground. I got the last remaining site, #1, near the campground entrance. I enjoyed the evening before dusk at nearby Devil's Churn. After dark, at Hiker's Midnight, I retired to my tent. I did not bother with the rain cover expecting calm weather, not realizing that a historic wind storm was about to hit and boy did it hit. Around 11 PM high wind caused a tree out in the forest to SNAP and fall with a huge thud. One tree, probably diseased, no big deal I thought. The wind continued unabated through the night. Every five minutes or so, it surged with gusts that made the forest sound like a locomotive. When a second tree snapped and fell, DANGER WILL ROBINSON. I realized that this could be a life threatening storm. I got up and moved my motorcycle and tent under the sign-in shelter. All through the remainder of the night I listened for the thundering sound of trees falling. I thought that only trees up on the ridge were affected but with morning light I was shocked by the fallen trees in the campground itself. A truck was crushed. Three large trees blocked the road. A tent narrowly missed being crushed. Such mayhem. Many campers left during the night. Those of us who remained instantly bonded. We were lucky survivors of a derecho. Would I return to Camp Perpetua? Heck yeah, assuming no fire danger. Fire was the flip side of this story. A large fire east of Eugene filled the air with smoke. It was a double whammy for us campers. After some breakfast at a nearby cafe, I decided to abandon coastal travel plans and head back east which turned out to be into the source of all the smoke. What a day. I finally escaped the smoke by riding southeast on hwy 58. Direct route to Bend was blocked due to a level 3 fire alert. But I digress from Cape Perpetua. I can only pray for rain to extinguish the fires and for the beautiful tranquility of that...

This campground is so beautiful and very well maintained. We stayed at campsite 5 and it was perfect for a 4 person tent. It backs up to a little creek that was so relaxing to listen to, especially at night. The bathrooms were very clean (no showering facility), there were garbage receptacles within easy walking distance all over the camp ground, as well as fresh water faucets in between every other site. There are a couple hiking trails within walking distance of the campsite and they boast stunning views! Devils Churn is 2 minutes down the road and Yachats is about a 15 minute drive around the hill. The only thing that was a little rough is that we had no cell service on site (Verizon) and had to drive into Yachats to check email and all of that. Not that big of a deal since we were on vacation, however if you are a person who needs consistent coverage, I would check and see what other people with your service providers experience was. All and all we had an awesome experience and will be back...