Oh holy night, my legs ached like no other all day Friday. I wanted to die, walking up the stairs at the train station.
but it is a good kind of hurt. The kind born of a majestic and relaxing five hours spent walking on the beach.
I do my best thinking on the beach and even though GZ was walking along chattering like a little bird, (and I was listening to her every word) I felt some clarity I have missed in my life for months now. I've always been drawn to the water. I was a little fish as a child, jumping into even the coldest of lakes. Rain or shine, I will walk for hours on the beach.
We saw a woman sitting in the sand and she looked utterly miserable and I was thinking, I'm so glad that, even at my lowest, the beach is soothing and therapeutic. I hope I am never so unhappy that I have such a dejected look on my face when it is so beautiful out.
The entire trip to the beach was awesome and, just an FYI, I'm always available for a day at the beach. Except for those pesky 40 hours a week I spend at work.
We walked from Kyllos down to Mo's and then back. After that we drove to Mo's and had lunch. Then we drove down to Newport to the Yaquina Head lighthouse and looked in the tide pools. I managed to keep from falling down despite the cobble rocks and my ridiculous sandals (Not to mention my general clumsiness that follows me everywhere). Right before we left, we saw a harbor seal pup that I'm sure GZ would have tried to steal had it not necessitated wading through some deep water. But we were close enough to watch it yawn and tumble about, trying to get comfy on the rocks.
Then we drove up to Beverly Beach, one of my favorite spots because of all the fun my family always has there.
We then walked from Beverly Beach as far south as we could until we came to the end and couldn't navigate past some steep rock and the tide. The Yaquina Head lighthouse was just off in the distance.
A very good day, indeed.
And to TN: I am aware I was at the "Coast" and that Oregonians do not call it the "Beach." In case you didn't know, I am from Montana.
I do love Beverly Beach, I remember the brutal coastal winds being much less there. I will forgive your use of wrong words, Bry...but only because you were educated in Montana...but once you've live longer outside of MT this waiver will lapse.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you had a nice time in your happy place.