Dig It: Pacific Northwest Razor Clam Festival

Ocean Shores, Wash., is not your average tourist destination though it inhabits prime property on the Pacific Ocean. Seemingly forgotten by time and run down by the harsh environment, the town resembles a former 1960’s playground for the mob; a place where tourists might have rubbed shoulders with a rat pack or two during its heyday. Today, tourists are more likely to rub shoulders with a beach rat than a celebrity, not to imply that its beaches are not impeccable. The Pacific Ocean cleanses everything eventually.

In an effort to draw tourists to it’s rough and tumble shores, Ocean Shores celebrates its annual Razor Clam Festival with zeal. This year’s event comes complete with sponsors, such as Les Schwab Tire Centers and the Quinault Beach Resort and Casino. There’s even an event planned for the Ocean Shores Convention Center, which takes place on March 19. If you are into pancake breakfasts and organized digs definitely check it out. If, however, you are like my wife and I, who prefer the road less traveled with a bit more luxury thrown in, read on.

Just ‘up the road’ from Ocean Shores in Moclips sits the quaint and quiet Ocean Crest Resort. From the killer views of the Pacific and the sounds of the heavy surf pounding the sands below to the fine dining and super wine selection to the creative wood staircase/walkway leading to Pacific Beach, Ocean Crest offers a vacation experience unlike any other on this stretch of Washington coastline. Olympic skating champion Apolo Anton Ohno is apparently a frequent guest, using the resort as a place to unwind from the pressures inherent with being a gold medalist.

If it is good enough for Apolo. . .

What about the Razor Clam Festival, you ask? The clam dig is not limited by geography, so feel free to skip the pancake feast happening in Ocean Shores, enjoy a nice breakfast at the Ocean Crest and afterwards talk to the concierge about getting hooked up with the proper tools needed to get the clams. Who knows? Maybe the concierge will share some clam digging secrets with you (it’s not an easy task). There’s even a clam cleaning station on the Ocean Crest property, provided you have some success.

How do the Razor clams taste? That’s up for debate, but they seem to find their niche in clam chowder.

If you don’t feel like digging, grab a warm latte and head for the beach. Those hundreds of hearty souls who are digging will provide plenty of entertainment, which combined with the rugged surf, sweet-smelling sea and spectacular views of the coastline make for a walker’s delight. The massive stretch of beach at low tide allows one to literally walk for miles. If walking isn’t your thing, driving a car is also allowed on this huge stretch of sand.

Click on the photos below to enlarge the views.

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Portland — Fish Tacos, Voodoo Donuts and Punk Rock Fashion

The conservative girls shop 23rd Avenue in flashy, shiny spandex pants, mostly black, paired with some sexy stiletto heels. Their buns, for good or bad, are on full display. It’s as if some fabric initially meant for world-class sprinters accidentally leaked from the Nike R&D department, and mysteriously found its way to those designers who sell their wares to the high-end shops in Portland’s Pearl District.

Blocks away, yuppie mom’s that might typically wear Versace in a city like New York or Los Angeles, escort their young fledglings around downtown Portland looking like sexy versions of Pippy Longstocking: bright orange and/or aqua colored hair; dark eye shadow, some red lipstick; a tank top that exposes a tattoo or two; short and black leather skirt; some horizontally striped leggings to match the hair; and of course, some combat boots.

In Portland, this look is haute couture. In fact, to be dressed any other way seems abnormal, or pedestrian. If my wife and I lived in Portland, she might find herself wanting a pair of shiny, spandex maternity pants and stiletto heels, while I might desire to be seen in a black CBGB t-shirt and a pair of jeans, skateboard under my arm, and an eyebrow piercing.

Portland’s sense of fashion is deceiving to the point that it forces one to drop their judgment of appearances as that punk-rocker sitting next to you on the trolley might own a nicer house than you, drive a nicer car and possess a better education. In doing some online research prior to heading for Portland, I stumbled on an interview from 2006 in the Portland Mercury featuring chef/author Anthony Bourdain, of which he had this to say.

“I was struck by the preponderance of heavily tattooed, outwardly slacker-looking chefs and cooks here who I found to be unusually motivated, knowledgeable, ambitious, and very focused on specific areas of cuisine,”

Bourdain elaborated . “It’s not simply a case in Portland of, ‘I want to cook, man, sounds cool.’ These people all have very specific areas in mind, either types of food or an even tighter focus, such as wanting to make the best pizza in town, or the best croissant, or doughnut.”

And speaking of donuts, during our most recent visit, my wife and I waded through soaked and sleeping bums just to wait in a block-long line for a world-famous Voodoo Donut. The interior of Voodoo Donut is a late night, greasy and gothic paradise, as ‘donuts on steroids’ gleam and burst from behind a bright, twirling glass case in the corner of the small shop.

Ever wanted a grape-frosted donut covered in Lucky Charms? How about a raspberry jelly-filled donut slathered in a smurf-colored blue frosting? Or how about a cake donut covered with pink, bubble-gum flavored frosting and a piece of Double-Bubble in the middle for good measure? How about some bacon on that Maple Bar?

The brainchild of Kenneth “Cat Daddy” Pogson and Tres Shannon, Voodoo Donuts is open from 10 p.m. to 10 a.m. every day except Sunday and is typically at its busiest when the bar flies emerge in Portland’s Old Town, an area typically known as ‘the crotch’.

“Sometimes there are more people in Voodoo than in Dante’s or Berbati’s,” said Shannon, referring to Voodoo’s surrounding bars and clubs, which is hard to believe, considering Berbati’s Pan offers a near-perfect party setting, where local bands rock the back room, pool tables and a sports-bar scene fills the middle of the block-long building, and a dance floor with DJ populates the front of the house.

Dante’s is a live music lover’s dream, especially when considering the building’s history, having once housed a brothel, a flop-house and an early 1980s punk rock venue.

And both offer killer pizza, starting with Barbati’s killer Greek pita pizza, and ending with the traditional New York-style pizza at Dante’s, best served alongside a local micro-brew. Many cities in the Western US like to lay claim to being the ‘capital of the micro brewery’ – places like Fort Collins, Colorado, Seattle, and Portland. Portland, by far takes the cake as the true capital of micro-brews. It seemed like each bar, restaurant, burrito stand and convenience store featured a treasure of un-heard of and tasty-sounding brews.

After waiting a half hour for a Maple/Bacon bar, which I no longer wanted and knew my wife would eagerly eat for me, we slipped across the street, where I was treated to some of the best halibut fish tacos in history, served from a street side vendor, cooking out of a trailer!

And keep in mind, I’ve sampled fish tacos in cities all across the world, the previous best being a lobster taco at a beachside restaurant in Puerto Vallarta. The fish taco is one of the few things I feel qualified to judge.

I must have floated across the street, nose first, like Barney Rubble, because the cook manning the grill said, “you are just in time! I just grilled up some beautiful halibut, bro. And I’ve got homebrew back here.”

While noshing down those buttery tacos, which were smartly served with sautéed cabbage, cheese and some hot pico de gallo, I was treated to a local, homebrewed Cherry-Stout, which easily ranks as one of the most delicious beers I’ve ever tasted. That’s saying something too, considering I graduated from Colorado State University and currently live in Seattle, and have been a faithful beer-drinker for over 20 years.

To stumble on a trailer in Portland’s ‘crotch’, serving two members of the foodie family that I am actually qualified to review seemed like a miracle, but to find two ‘life-time’ favorites at that same trailer seemed like divine intervention. Based on a series of wonderful life events following this occurrence, I have no doubt that divine forces were at work that night, which brings me to the Hotel Lucia.

The Hotel Lucia sits in the midst of the action on Broadway, right in the heart of downtown Portland. A block one way takes you shopping, while a block the other way takes you to the all-nude review. In-between it all the Lucia sits like an oasis in a desert storm of action, an artsy boutique hotel that possesses a sweet, serene energy inside its walls.

The foyer of the Hotel Lucia -- quaint, simple and serene.

Upon entering the foyer guests are greeted by local artist David Hume Kennerly’s amazing black and white photography, a theme that exists on every floor of the Hotel Lucia. In all there are over 680 of Kennerly’s photos displayed in the Lucia’s public spaces, and guest-rooms. The black and white medium, combined with the photos subjects, which are typically old-school politicians, almost takes you back in time, when the pace of life was slow and connections more intimate.

Outside of our stately room, the wind howled, the rain slapped against the windows, fire trucks roared by, and people partied on the streets below. Inside, my wife and I snuggled in a huge, fluffy bed – happy, content, and eager to unknowingly take a bit of Portland home with us.

The Hotel Lucia is currently offering a few cool specials, the coolest of which is the Weekend Parking Package. There’s no sense driving around Portland. The city is totally walk-able, and there are trolley cars and cabs for those with sore feet. Simply drive up to the Lucia’s front door, have them park your car, and leave it there for the weekend. And then go for a walk.

Don’t forget to check out the out-of-print Portland’s Little Red Book of Stairs at the Multnomah County Central Library. Within its pages lay the keys to adventurous hikes, on the old, steep and intricate staircases that wind through some of Portland’s nicest neighborhoods. If forced to pick just one set of stairs to tackle, go for the sublime view of Mt. Hood on the stairs that cut through the terraced gardens at SW Champlain Drive, located in Arlington Heights.

Portland is a eclectic, punk rock town full of hidden pockets of haute culture. It serves as a great example of the Wild West spirit, or what’s left of it. People in Portland are still exploring, with their food, their fashion, their art, their music, and with their architecture.

Those who are lucky enough visit Portland, provided they seek out and explore some of the city’s hidden gems, are typically better for it.

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Sunriver Resort, Ore. — Something in the Thin Air

Sunriver Resort, located just 15 miles south of Bend, Ore., is generally considered a family retreat. Read any magazine review, scan the marketing literature for the resort’s new Caldera Springs development, or view the list of Sunriver’s activities — its all about families and kids at Sunriver, which is great, if you have kids, or travel with your children exclusively.

What about those couples who don’t have children yet? Or those that simply want to get away from their kids for a few days to rekindle the spark that dulls from the daily grind? Could Sunriver possibly offer up anything in the way of a romantic, three-day weekend amidst all this family togetherness? I suppose that depends upon how you define your romance.

Let’s say an active, mid-30-year-old, happy couple arrive at Sunriver for a ‘romantic getaway’ in the dark of night, after traveling for a few hours by plane, train or automobile, from wherever, USA. During said travel portion, let’s say the wife snuggled into her husband’s shoulder and purred the majority of the way. And then after check-in, during the walk to the River Cabins, she notices a hot tub glowing between some artsy rock features, gets excited, and runs to the ‘cabin’ to get ready for a soak.

As for the hot-tubing, Sunriver’s tubs are strategically located around each property, so finding an empty one is pretty simple. After a hard afternoon of travel, or play, the tub’s jets offer a welcome blast of air on the lower back, and allow the thoughtful husband an opportunity to receive a massage of his own, while diligently massaging his wife.

After a 20-minute soak the relaxed couple should be warm enough to walk back to their cabin in their bathing suits, sans towels or robes, in spite of the crisp and cold air that permeates Bend at night.

river lodgeAnd let’s say this couple spends the rest of the night snuggling, or whatever, in a cozy, king-size feather-bed in front of a warm fireplace. Is that romantic? Does it sustain your definition of romance? Guys, don’t answer that. But seriously!

Once a resort is stereotyped one way or another, can it redefine itself? Can a ‘family resort’ also be considered a ‘romantic resort?’ Can the Greenbriar’s and Broadmoor’s of the world suddenly transform themselves into family destinations? As the economy continues to boil with troil and trouble, resorts might seek to re-brand themselves as catering to all needs, rather than serving a specific specialty.

Sunriver is the tops in the category for family fun, but it is also a place full of romantic possibilities.

After the night prior’s arguably sexy arrival, let’s say that the couple wakes up the next morning, and while the wife is in the shower the observant husband orders up a couple of café lattes, which somehow are delivered to the room for free. Once cleaned up and looking cute, and buzzing from some fresh java, said couple could take a walk around the resort’s lodge and grounds as the Bend and Sunriver valley awakens in a misty orange glow, which for the uninitiated is worth witnessing with a partner.

sunriver morningIn the fall, steam arises from the cool and still streams and rivers that wind themselves through the Sunriver valley, and dew sparkles on the perfectly maintained grasses that surround the lodge and cover the 9-hole putting course, which features a wooden-bridge that leads to views of 9,068-foot Mt. Bachelor.

The thin air at Sunriver’s 4,200-foot elevation is crisp and clean, and in the morning’s mist smells of the sage brush that dominates the valley. The skies are remarkably blue, almost azure, and rarely spoiled by the sight of clouds, minus a few wispy types, which often look stretched by the jet-streams that blow above Bend.

After a cozy walk around the property, preferably arm-in-arm, and perhaps some breakfast at the lodge, let’s say a couple interested in continuing down the path of the romantic partook in an activity disguised as “family fun”, such as a slow and nearly private float down the Deschutes River. Six miles worth of mirror-pond-like water, secluded beaches, bursting fall colors and warm sun could translate into two-to-three hour’s worth of romance, right?

The Sunriver marina is typically milling with families lining up kayaks. Opt instead for the slow-floater, the canoe, which not only allows the gentlemanly husband to paddle and guide the craft, but the wife to lean back and relax, soaking in the high-desert’s golden rays. Those in the kayaks will likely pass the canoeing couple early, leaving them behind to float along in a peaceful state of bliss.

legsAnd let’s say this smart couple thought ahead and packed a picnic lunch destined for a private beach? Add-in some central-Oregon Pinot Noir, of course, and viola! Would the “family fun float” be at risk of being branded instead  a “romantic river rendezvous?”

Once the sun reaches its peak in Bend during the fall, temperatures can reach 80-degrees and the skies are typically crystal clear. By the time the morning float on the Deschutes comes to its conclusion at the pull out point, and our couple has rallied back to the marina, the afternoon is open to any number of family fun activities that could also be construed as romantic by a traveling couple.

There’s bicycling, and lots of it. Miles and miles of trails, both asphalt and dirt, wind through and around Sunriver. And for those looking to put a little more thrill into their mountain biking, Bend and the surrounding area serve up some of the best trails in the world. Like all things romantic, the sauciness of love and lust is generated by the passion of being alone, regardless of the activity. That being said, cycling has a way of getting the heart racing, in more ways than one.

There’s also golf. Some men, and most women laugh at the mere suggestion of spending four-to-five hours playing a maddening game with their spouse. And then there’s some who neither find the game, nor the company maddening, and in fact relish in the experience. Let’s say a golfing couple teed off in a group by themselves in the afternoon, the wife looking super cute, the husband trying to do the same, and played 18 holes of golf on one of America’s Top-100 golf courses.

Crosswater, host of the Champion Tour’s Jen-Weld Tradition, is an immaculate golf course that winds its way around the Little Deschutes River. Playing to over 7,600-yards from the back tees, Crosswater is a beast, but a fair challenge just the same. From the women’s tees, the wife is presented with a fairly easy test, except on the greens.

18th tee

The sun sets on the 18th at Sunriver's Crosswater Golf Club

Let’s say this couple finishes their round just as the sun sets at Crosswater, and has a chance to stand on the 18th tee box, with no one around, and enjoy the dimming of the warm, orange light and the appearance of the moon and stars under a huge sky. Perhaps, under those conditions, a round of golf at Sunriver’s Crosswater course might be considered romantic?

What if our vacationing couple capped off golf with a pair of heavenly, 50-minute Four Handed Abhyanga Massages at the resort’s Sage Springs Spa? The four-hander, just as it sounds, is just one of many offerings from Sage Springs, but possibly the most intense. The spa is located just minutes from Crosswater, thanks to Sunriver’s handy shuttle system.

And finally, let’s say this couple then finished the night in style with a late, candlelight dinner for two overlooking the Deschutes River at the Trout House Restaurant? Is that a romantic ending to a romantic day, or what? Especially when the option exists for yet another soak in the hot tub and another snuggle by the fire.

Would a trip like that, and take into account this is a description of just one day, move Sunriver on the list of the Top-50, most romantic resorts in the world? It certainly falls into my Top-50, but then, I’ve only been married for two and a half years. Sunriver thrives on the family vacation theme, but also tries to attract couples, offering a few romance packages,, including one for New Year’s called, ‘The Kiss’, worth looking into.

During the Fall, Sunriver is spectacular, but it is just as, if not more emdearomg in the Winter, when the hot tub serves as a sanctuary from days of snowshoeing, snowmobiling and skiing, or snowboarding at nearby Mt. Bachelor.. During the Spring and Summer months, Bend is at its best, open to any and all activities, but perhaps not as romantic as the Fall and Winter. Basically, the snuggle factor kicks in around October.  

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Bandon Dunes Golf Resort — The Rich Getting Richer?

Bandon Dunes Golf Resort in Bandon, Ore., is ranked second in the world by Golf Magazine and second in North America by Golf Digest. It’s golf courses are ranked first (Pacific Dunes), fifth (Bandon Dunes) and 10th (Bandon Trails) in GolfWeek’s listing of top American resort golf courses, and second (Pacific Dunes), seventh (Bandon Dunes) and 14th (Bandon Trails) on Golf Digest’s list of the Top 100 Public Golf Courses.

And since the resort’s opening in 1999, every golf-travel writer from Matt Ginella to Tony Dear to George Pepar, has played and eulogized Bandon’s powerful triad of traditional, seaside links. 

What more is there left to say about a golf resort like Bandon Dunes that hasn’t already been said?

The original idea was to write a story about the ultimate ‘guy’s vacation’, but the fact that two best friends were traveling to Bandon Dunes together for three days of intense golf and moderate drinking was hardly news to Bandon Dunes, or the golfing world for that matter.

The resort’s atmosphere is driven by its (mostly male) guests’ desire to play 36 holes of championship-caliber, links golf per day with their buddies in a ‘golf-only’ environment, and then finish the day with some fine food, a few cocktails and a bit of golf banter, followed by some shut-eye in a comfy bed.  Depending upon the size of one’s wallet, and free time to tee it up, this pattern could, and does continue on for days.

“We get guys out here that play 36 to 54 holes a day for six days straight,” said Bandon Dunes representative Mark Bergmann. “This brand of links golf is addictive. Guys who play well on park-land courses come out here and discover a whole new game, and fall in love with it.”

Lily PadBandon Dunes fulfills every fiber of the male, golf addict’s desires with its current round-up of seaside links. And when the sun sets it offers excellent accommodations (we stayed in the Lilly Pond), a convenient shuttle service, fine food and stiff drinks.

Each night we bellied up at McKee’s pub after walking 36-holes, and each time the chosen elixir was whiskey, with a little Coke, served alongside some amazing Halibut cheek fish and chips.

The atmosphere at McKee’s seemed to match the golf, old school and reserved, but full of hidden, sublime flavors. It has been added to the list of our favorite bars, worldwide.

Yet, none of this is really news. Like I said, Bandon Dunes is somewhat known as a guy’s paradise.

The real news is that Bandon Dunes Golf Resort, with the additon of Old Macdonald in 2010, is about to get remarkably better from a golfing standpoint. Once Old Mac is in play, Pinehurst might start looking over its shoulder from the #1 spot. 

The sublime view from the green at the 377-yard, par-4 7th hole at Old Mac.

The sublime view from the green at the 377-yard, par-4 7th hole at Old Mac.

Old Macdonald is a 7,200-yard, par-72, ultra-traditional links located just steps from Pacific Dunes. It’s unique layout is Pacific Dunes’ architect Tom Doak and Renaissance Golf Design business partner Jim Urbina’s tribute to Charles Blair Macdonald (1856-1939), a pioneer of American golf course architecture and the founder of the USGA.

Not only is it the longest in Bandon’s stable of golf links, Old Mac’s unique design presents golfers with a huge variety of shot-making opportunities. From tee to green there is no discernable answer for each particular shot, and no right way to play each hole. Shank it, punch it, knock it down, loft it, draw it in, fade it, or hit it straight – at Old Mac every shot is playable so long as it is headed for the pin.

And regardless of how solid your game is, you’ll ultimately experience something humbling at the hands of Old Mac, like taking an extra club to get over the huge false front on the 6th green in an effort to get close to the pin, only to hit it a tad hard and find yourself buried in a nearly-invisible pot bunker located just behind the green.

Like Pacific and Bandon Dunes, Old Mac traces the bluffs above Pacific Ocean, where the views (on a clear day) are almost therapeutic. Holes 7, 8, 15 and 16 will become hotspots for professional golf photographers, ala Bandon’s 6th and Pacific Dunes’ 11th holes. What makes it different from its neighbors is Old Mac’s extraordinary in-play features and its added length, which at an estimated 7,200-yards, outpaces Bandon Dunes by almost 500-yards and Pacific Dunes by almost 600-yards.

The playing features that immediately stand out include:

–the massive ‘hogsback’ in the landing area on the par-4, 522-yard 4th hole, which kicks anything hit a bit wayward to the right towards the lower fairway, leaving a blind, uphill second shot.
#4 humpback #4 green

–the ‘hell bunker’ on the 570-yard, par-5 6th hole, a massive stretch of sand that separates the fairway, 150-yards from the green.
 'hell bunker' #6 hell bunker

–the huge ‘chasm’ splitting the green on the 185-yard, par-3 8th. hole, which resembles the Valley of Sin at St. Andrews’ Old Course.
#8 Green -- the 'chasm' #8 from tee

The list of unique features at Old Mac is long and somewhat ironic, considering that those features resemble hazards from old courses in the United States and United Kingdom. There’s even a replica of the Road Hole (the 11th) from the 17th hole at St. Andrews’ Old Course!

Based on our review of the 10 holes currently available for play, it seemed obvious to us that Old Mac possesses more than enough sauce to take the resort’s top spot from the mighty Pacific Dunes. Considering Pacific Dunes’ current rankings, that seems a bold statement, but Old Mac backs it up with its killer views and a kicked-up version of links golf that makes the swales and burns at Pacific and Bandon Dunes seem pedestrian by comparison.

If a USGA championship ever comes to Bandon Dunes, it will be because of Old Mac.

The Construction: we snuck a few photos of the holes being built in the valley on the west side of the course.
under contruction massive dune, lone tree under construction 2

Golf Course Rankings: Based on our visit to Bandon Dunes Golf Resort, this is how we ranked the resort’s golf courses.

1. Old Macdonald (est. 7,200-yards, Par 72) — reviewed above.

2. Pacific Dunes (6,633-yards, Par-71)
Ranked #2 in Golf Digest’s Top 100 Public Golf Courses, Pacific Dunes is often mentioned in the same breath as venerable Pebble Beach. Pacific Dunes is a delicious golf experience, one of those ‘play-it-before-you-die’ kind of deals, like Pebble, only the experience actually lives up to the hype. Every hole at Pacific Dunes is a signature. The one’s located on the ocean are a bonus, a five star feature on a four-star rating scale.For a full review and more photos, click here.

3. Bandon Dunes (6,732-yards, Par 72): Bandon Dunes was built by Scotsman David McLay Kidd in 1999, and was the resort’s sole golf course until Pacific Dunes came on the scene in 2001, stealing a bit of Bandon Dunes’ thunder. Kidd’s design has taken a back seat to Doak’s in the most recent rankings, but not by much, and it remains close as to which golf course is ‘better.’ For a full review and more photos, click here.

4. Bandon Trails (6,765-yards, Par 71): In all the discussions around which golf course is #1, Bandon Trails often gets left out. It quietly exists in the dunes and the pine trees, just south of the resort’s famous golf courses, and rarely gets played. It’s a shame too. This Ben Crenshaw/Bill Coore design, which opened in 2005, incorporates elements of links golf that mirror the playing conditions at Bandon and Pacific Dunes, and extends those hard and fast conditions into a forested environment. For a full review and more photos, click here.

The massive putting green5. Shorty’s (1,104-yards/par-27):Designed by David McLay Kidd, Shorty’s is Bandon Dunes’ version of the short-course, a 9-hole par-3 course that serves as a great primer for those arriving in the late afternoon, looking to get in some practice before the next morning’s round. The entire practice are at Bandon Dunes is a dream, and covers a huge amount of acerage. When Shorty’s is open, grab an 8, or 9-iron, a sand wedge and a putter, and play a nassau for a beer!

 

Getting to Bandon Dunes:
Truth be told, the drive to Bandon Dunes, from just about any direction, is tedious and long. We drove (from Seattle) as fast as was possible, with one short stop for breakfast, and it still took us six and a half hours to get to Bandon. Once there, however, the drive erased from our memory instantly, minus our suddenly fond memories of the steel bridges in Portland and the giant sand dunes around Coos Bay. All that mattered upon our arrival was the golf, and of course some lunch, which was convened in the Pacific Dunes grill over a couple tasty burger dogs.

The best option is to fly to Southwest Oregon Regional Airport in North Bend. SkyWest is the exclusive operator in and out of that airport, which is just a 25 mile drive from the resort and offers convenient car rental service. The resort will also pick up passengers arriving at the airport. SkyWest flies to North Bend from both the north (Portland International) and south (San Francisco International), making it accessible from virtually anywhere in the U.S. or beyond. For more details check the “Getting Here” section of the resort’s Web site.

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