As busy as last month was at the coast, it was equally busy in September. Hubs and I drove out on a Sunday, around noon, and are shocked with the traffic leaving. “I wonder if they know something we don’t,” I teased.
Once at our cozy hotel, The Sandcastle, we chatted with the host at the front desk. She said that the last two weekends had been full for the hotel and the entire town. There appears to be an app (of course there is) that let’s one know hotel availability. Well, the town has been full up the last few weekends.
We unpacked and knew we’d be in for a rainy three days. Rain does not spoil the coast, it is just a different way to enjoy it.
It was hard to keep up with the weather Sunday and Monday since it changed so quickly.
There was something brewing from the north and we could see rain showers through the clouds. “Our” seal went back and forth peeking at anyone who strolled by. Hubs went out a couple of times to gather rocks or shells and spend time near the ocean’s edge.
We usually close the drapes when it turns dark, because we have learned from experience that if you leave the drapes and lights on….your large window becomes a TV show for those on the beach. But Monday night was different. We heard about a storm moving in and learned there might be lightening.
I understand that this is no big deal for those used to thunder storms. But in the valley, we get lightening and thunder about three times a year, if that. We were eager for a show.
The thunder rolled and the lightening struck, zig-zagging into the ocean from time to time. Mostly, we saw lights behind clouds, but it was still very exciting. It was a first for us both.
Tuesday morning around 7 AM we heard what sounded like a bolt of lightening and then hail descended. I was first to the window, cell phone in hand. Hubs was growling in the bedroom about the light switch. What???
Then we tried another then another. No electricity. We tried to call the desk. No phone, no wifi. Hummmmm. Hubs went down to the office and learned the whole hotel had lost power. Not only that, the town along main street had lost power as well.
We bundled up and just enjoyed the view. The electricity was back on within three hours, so we felt rather lucky.
The storm had re-arranged the view. New rivulets twisted to the north. Tiny pipers and large seagulls alike were feasting. Mounds of seaweed had been tossed on the sand.
The tide, which had been a good distance from the hotel, delivered a huge trunk near the back door. Click on the link below to see a wave I caught from our hotel window.
We left at 11:00 feeling rejuvenated, another wonderful three days at the coast.
Hubs and I took off Sunday on a mini-road trip. We stopped by a food cart and had a picnic lunch of lavender lemonade and grilled cheese sandwiches. After enjoying our meal, we kept going…weaving through little towns that we had not visited in years. It was amazing to me how housing developments appeared to have cropped up overnight.
We visited a small town called “Falls City” which to our observation had neither a fall or city. As tiny of a town as it is….. it is the home of an incredible bakery and there was quite an event going on. The last Sunday of each month in the summer, they have a community pizza party. We talked to some there and people come from miles just to buy these pizzas. It was standing room only (inside and out) so we were on our way.
We explored a couple of other towns before coming home. Sunshine and the open road…a summer treat.
A little warmer, a little busier….our June stay at the coast was lovely. We didn’t get out as much, having such an incredible view from our hotel room. I tell Robert that we have the biggest flat-screen anyone could hope for.
There is something about being away. Although I procrastinate…when at home I always have this mental to-do list that vexes me. It taps my shoulder as if to say this or that should be attended to. But in a hotel room, there is no to-do list.
We each had interesting books to read and I split my time between the view and reading. What a delight!
Even when one is not facing the ocean, the sounds tempt you to take a mid-day nap.
The waves seemed rather far out even at high tide. I awoke early on Thursday morning to see what low tide really looked like. It looked as if the ocean had been peeled back in the night. Birds circled to see what was uncovered. Folks were out with buckets and bags scanning the rocks for treasures.
Our seal did not show, but on the first day I saw a whale spout. I watched the journey south to north as I saw one spout after another. I never saw a back or tail, but I’m sure it was a whale. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
The 26 mph wind challenged some of the walkers. We watched a couple with trick kites almost lift off the sand. Equally entertaining were the two kite surfers who took advantage of the wind to propel them on the water.
At one point I looked up from my book and was rewarded with two beautiful horses galloping up the beach. One rider took care of her horse and steered the other with such grace. They moved together to avoid waves and runners. They took my breath away. Most entertaining were the dogs and little ones who were beyond excited about being on the beach. Dogs pulled at leashes yearning to all out run. Little ones played tag with the waves.
This year-long vacation has been so satisfying. Three more months and we will have reached our goal of staying at the coast once a month for a full year.
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…
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.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sailaway from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain