Cape Perpetua Campground

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 them as its own.

It is a really popular campground, but it is possible to get first come sites. The bathrooms were cleaned daily, no soap provided though. Really awesome location, close to Florence and Yachats. The Oregon Coast trail goes through the campground. The ocean is within walking distance. Will be returning.

This is my favorite campground on the coast, I make sure I stay here every time I'm in the area. Flush bathrooms with sinks, but no showers. Sites can be close together or very small, so I recommend driving in and looking at what is available still.

Camp host was BEYOND helpful and super knowledgeable about the area and did a lot of work to keep the area clean. The spots are nice and large not a lot of sites for campers but lots of Tent spots that are SUPER pretty by the creek. Price of wood was cheaper than others. Beautiful trails, beautiful creek, close to beach’s and between lots of things to do. Only thing g that wasn’t “My favorite “ was the price but we will definitely stay again in the future.

Great location to see the coast and tidepooling. Clean bathrooms with flush toilets. No shower. Don't forget to go see the Giant Spruce (walk to end of campground and you will see trailhead). Visitor's center was closed due to low staffing during the March official whale watch week, which was extremely disappointing given that is why we came. For tent camping, sites 14, 33, and 39 are the best.