From a 1950’s brochure:

Whether you are a do-nothing relaxer, a charging golf ball chaser, a fishing fanatic, or just a plain died-in-the-salty wool beachcomber, Oregon’s 20 Miracle Miles is your kind of country. You won’t want to go home. Ever.

You have the foam-flecked blue Pacific right there in front of your bare, comfortable toes with the luxuriant green of the Coast range at your back to relax against.