Sometime last month (or was it the one before?) found us barreling through Washington in search of the Oregon coast. We wanted a beachier beach for the afternoon. Sand and a powerful sea. And all the stuff it carries like salty seaweed and starfish, jelly blobs. It was a perfect one-night respite. Complete with a long and evergreen-lined road back, a coffee stop in Portland.
I'm just so incredibly happy to call this place home again. I find myself repeating this so much, it begins to feel trite. But, I am. I am happy. The place we needed was already ours. Simply to be found again.