Our May adventure to Lincoln City was filled with blue skies and wonderful sunsets. We got some “good news/bad news” from the desk when we checked in. The good news…..no one had the room above us. The bad news…..the whole top floor was empty because they were re-roofing while we were there. No way to warn us. The company was supposed to be there last week.
I was not looking forward to three days of hammering, but it all went rather smoothly. The hammering was not as bad as all the equipment (and the sounds the shingles made when thrown from the top floor. *shudder*) Thank goodness ocean waves can overwhelm so many other sounds. Plus BLUE SKIES – NO RAIN
Robert spent extra time during low time to find some beautiful rocks. He treasures them. Collecting was just half the fun. The second half was organizing them with a “look at this one” and “see the layers in this one.”
It was my job to pick out a new breakfast spot, since we try to do something different each visit. I’ve always been fascinated with a swanky hotel called Inn at Spanish Head not too far from our modest digs. I read there was a great breakfast so we were there when it opened. The restaurant served good food, and the view was crazy beautiful.
We tried to get a selfie without backlighting ourselves too much while still showing the view.
Don’t file the next part under “too much information.” As it is with being human, I had to visit the bathroom. I walked in and was confronted with this scene. I KID YOU NOT.
When a restaurant’s bathroom has a better view than your hotel room, one might imagine the cost of a room. Nevertheless, we wouldn’t switch. We love The Sandcastle, and stay there every time we can. Note: I made sure to catch a corner of the sink just to prove….holy cow, it’s a bathroom.
While I didn’t see “our” seal this time, I was lucky enough to see the spout and body of whale/s! Such creatures. I either saw one whale four times or four different whales. Either way, it was a thrill to experience.
Our March visit to Lincoln City, Oregon, was a strange mix of wonderful and not so good. The weather was warmer and it’s always great to see the sun peek behind the clouds at the moment it sets. The reflection of sky and ocean makes for a visual feast.
Speaking of feast, my husband and I agree that the best pizza in the area is called Tie-Dye Pie Pizzeria (formerly known as Humble Pie). It’s a tiny place on Highway 101 that does a brisk take out business. One of our meals is always a trip to this place. This makes for a very happy husband.
The first night we were there, after the pizza was eaten, I started feeling a stabbing pain in my back, left side. It got worse as the night went on. A little past midnight I announced that I needed to go to the emergency room. My husband flew into action as if I had just said, “My water broke.” The Lincoln City emergency room was very nice and we walked out at 3:00 AM with medicine and knowing the reason. (My kidney was not happy.)
With each coast visit, there is something old and something new. The new was the emergency room. Hopefully we will not repeat this. The old was spotting a seal, surfers, and plenty of dog owners having a blast with their dogs.
My husband loves to feed the birds, and I caught this picture of him. The five birds grew to about two dozen, all calling out for their share. There must be some kind of “food” call because it didn’t take long for the seagulls to swoop in.
We are now half way through our adventure of spending three days at the coast each month for an entire year. More fun to come…
I love snow.
From the 4th grade until I graduated from college, I lived in Kansas and Iowa. There was plenty of snow. So much so that it lost some of its mystique.
A raven of steel and nails squawks at us outside the Morris Thompson Cultural and Visitors Center. The art on the grounds and the woodsy architecture of the building excited us as we walked to the entrance. Once in, we were surprised to see what looked like the inside of an airport. We saw a tourist shop to our left, and a large room filled with shelves of pamphlets — you know the kind you see off to the side of any motel where you learn about the sights and events in the area.
Between shuttles, taxis, and planes – we were pleased to rent a car of our own. Once behind the wheel, we sighed in relief. We had a mission the first day or two and wanted to find all of Robert’s historical spots, which we did. I shared that journey in “Part 1 Exploring His Roots.”
After that, we could be tourists and just enjoy some of the spots in and around Fairbanks. North east of town was a little place called Fox, Alaska. My husband’s last name is Fox, so of course we had to go. Fox is comprised of two bars across from each other and one small building.
Flying is both magical and exhausting. To get up at 4:00 a.m, drive an hour plus to the airport an hour plus early just so a stranger can send you through a cattle call of pat-downs and orders takes so much away from the elegance of flight.
I’ve always been fascinated by the Northern Lights (aurora borealis). Years ago a job took me to Anchorage for a long weekend. While it was a wonderful trip, there were no northern lights to be seen. I was hoping this visit would be different.