I have a thing about the ocean, my dear readers. I love it. It’s kind of my happy place. And if I am near an ocean, I must put my toes in it, even if it’s 45 degrees outside, and the water temp is 36 degrees. Rain, shine, fog, snow… I hit the beach, the shoes come off, and it’s toe-freezing time. With a smile.
We were fortunate last week when we stayed at one of the local beaches – no real rain, just a few spits – and mostly sunny and warm days. For the Oregon coast, it’s a rarity to have such great weather, and we took advantage of it every day.
We shopped at all the kitschy stores, went to the requisite candy-making emporium and bought enough sugar to fuel an entire elementary school, walked through the art galleries like we could afford to be picky.
We (or rather, the sprogs) created the ultimate campsite/firepit to watch the sunset, including relocating a stump to create a bar. They even used the level app on the iPhone, so our beers wouldn’t tip over. Commitment to quality, people. It’s what we’re all about.
And it was so worth it. Every grain of sand still in my hair, every stepped on rock/stick/pointy shell, every bug that crawled on me….
I’m counting the days until we can go back. I love the beach.
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