On my first full day in Oregon, I met a woman who asked me how long I would be staying. I replied that I would only be there for the summer while I completed my internship. She then proceeded to warn me, with a sly smile on her face, that I should be careful or Oregon will steal my heart and I will not want to leave.    I went back home at the end of that summer, but the words spoken prophetically by the woman in the cafe rang true. I did not go to Oregon expecting it to steal my heart the way it did. It didn’t happen quickly, but rather slow, like winding up a narrow mountain path. This was not due to any lack in beauty or personality. Oregon, as far as I am concerned, is not lacking an ounce of either.          From the jagged cliff lines and dense rain forests of the West Coast to the soaring peaks of the Cascade Mountain Range, coastal Oregon is a place like no other. Meander along famous Highway 101 from North to South (or vice versa) and you will discover a vast diversity in landscape…