Last week we slipped down to Seaside, Or for a little summer vacation. No great trips this summer (not that we take those usually, but one can dream!) but for me going down to Seaside is heaven. I really love the place. We stay at Gearhart which is a couple miles north of Seaside and I spent most of the time dreaming of owning a house there. Does anyone have a spare $1.7 million they’d like to donate to my vacation jar? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the place any less. Walking to Pop’s every morning to get a coffee, while the kids took to having an ice cream cone at every opportunity. Yes, Nicholas and Matthew, apparently you can live on ice cream alone.
Listening to the waves. I love that sound. Watching the meteor showers at night. And waking up Thursday morning to find a pod of whales playing right in front of us. They were there all day, spouting and popping up to take a look. Glorious creatures, truly!
Playing Frisbee on the beach, letting the kids frolic in the waves (but keeping a sharp eye on them as there was a shark sighting there that week. A great white in Seaside? Who knew those devils liked Seaside taffy and fudge?)
And why is it that every seaside town sells salt water taffy and fudge? Not that I am against it, not in the least, but it is sort of a puzzle.
Oh, what else? Driving go-karts. (I am a demon behind the wheel of a go-kart.) Exploring the old historic forts that dot that area. Letting the DH cook most of the meals. Sleeping in. Knitting. Reading. Finding more beaches to explore. Breathing deep of that fresh, salty air and coming home feeling revived and healthy. We got home and I told my mom that I felt like myself again. Refreshed and ready to get back at it.
Off to find a pot of gold.