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Welcome to Oregon, a place we still get excited telling you about. The spirit of Oregon comes from a natural world filled with otherworldly feelings. And from miniature restaurants on wheels, where talented chefs sling hand-stretched noodles and spirits serve spirits. It’s a place where imaginary dust horses gallop alongside real-life rodeo legends and their bucking broncos. Where a journey of 10,000 years is possible in a single afternoon. It's a public coastline where the wind and waves meet a sky full of wonder and jellyfish. Where roomy campsites offer a cozy retreat under the stars. (Cue the sound of crickets.) It's a place where fireflies dance into fairytale-like scenes at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. You’ll find it in our vineyards, where a chorus of plump pinot noir grapes serenades visitors. Where pops of golds and red light up the sky and contrast against Oregon's evergreen forests. And cloud pilots watch over mountain peaks.

A ‘Treasure-Carcass’ foretells of a dark dystopian future but Shelton, the underdeveloped fiddler crab, is oblivious — his attention is absorbed by the shiny, new bottle cap he hopes will elevate him to the rank of “god” among his colony.

Welcome to Oregon: a 100% real place. But when you’re here, you might swear otherwise. Like when you see a ghost forest emerge from the ocean. Or a beachside dune buggy soaring through the air. Underground cave networks twisting through marble rock. Mysterious shapes submerged in clear blue waters. Remote mineral hot springs where time stands still. You can find a rainbow of wildflowers soaking up spring sunshine. Or savor the fresh flavors of a world-famous culinary scene. Go on epic hikes where the mountain meets the sky. And dare to imagine all the adventures possible. But please: Do not feed the sky whales.