Astoria’s Column on Coxcomb Hill

By Morris  R. Pike –

_mg_5545I talk with Arnie a lot… at least in my head. . . he’s imaginary you know. We argue . . . sometimes I win . . . sometimes Arnie wins . . . sometimes we don’t argue . . . just discuss.

You can imagine the conversation we had recently, when I found myself at Astoria Column on Coxcomb Hill above the city of Astoria. Arnie had talked me into going up there to take pictures of the Columbia River from above and the Astoria-Megler Bridge which spans the 4.1 miles of the river 14 miles inland from the actual mouth of that great waterway.

It was about 4 p.m. when we eased into the parking lot. The sun was sinking toward the horizon . . . too high in the sky for sweet-light shots . . . but okay for a few pictures to document my visit.

“Don’t forget, the Astoria Column is a pretty impressive edifice,” Arnie coaxed, pointing at the structure.

“Okay, not bad,” I returned. I raised my camera and took a couple shots.

Arnie wanted to climb the challenging 164 steps spiraling up to the observation deck at the top.

“Not me,” I protested, “. . . was a time when I would have scooted to the top like it was a mole hill.” I paused reflecting on what it would be like to be at the apex. “No more,” I concluded, “ . . .  legs and ticker won’t allow it.”

“Figures,” Arnie said ribbing me about my age. “Then, let’s forget the bridge and get something to eat.”

We drove back into town and grabbed a rice bowl to go at a local deli.

“Clouds look like the sunset might be pretty spectacular,” I said gazing through the skeletal superstructure of the bridge silhouetted against the glowing sky. “Let’s go back up and shoot it.”

“You sure? Be a while before the light is right,” Arnie cautioned.

I won the debate. We arrived at the parking lot at 5 p.m. But, Arnie was right. The sun was still too high and the clouds too anemic to make a good shot. “Four hours until sunset . . . Might as well head back to the hotel,” I grudgingly offered.

“You sure? We’re here . . . Bridge at sunset . . . I think we ought to wait.”

Arnie won that one. We settled in. I checked out the sign explaining the column.

It told us that the structure was built 1926 and that the structure and that it is part of a 30-acre city park. The 125-foot tall column was added to the National Register of Historic Places on May 2, 1974. You can follow the entire history of Astoria in the pictures spiraling up the cylinder.

Youngs Bay

Youngs Bay

The changing light of the sinking sun morphed Young’s Bay into a beguiling scene. Got some shots.

Below the tide was receding revealing a couple patches of pilings in the middle of the Columbia. We later learned that scores of years ago that’s where fishermen used horses pulling fishing nets to harvest salmon and other fish from the river.

Eventually, the sun sank to the horizon. The sky turned red etching the steel ribs of the Astoria-Megler Bridge into stark relief.

“What do you think, Arnie? Was it worth the wait?”

The red glow reflecting off Arnie’s shiny cheeks and his eyes and the expression on his face told me that as far as Arnie was concerned it was worth the wait. He was satisfied as was I.

  • There is a $5 entrance fee to the park.

Morris R. Pike’s books for children are available on Amazon.com

Share Button

Article Tags:
· · · · ·
Article Categories:
Attractions · Streams and Rivers

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *