More than a year ago I figured out a compromise (between me and my pocket book) relating to my goal of living at the coast for a full year. I wanted to see every season, experience the changing tides.
My husband and I began a year long adventure of staying, once a month, 3 days and 2 nights at the coast in Lincoln City, Oregon.
Because posts can be organized in this fashion, I decided to link all 12 months to this post. This has been a great adventure. I want to thank those who have followed along with us.
October: Fox Fun
November: A year at the coast (not really)
December: December Ocean
January: January Ocean
February: February Ocean
March: March Ocean
April: April Ocean
May: May Ocean
June: June Ocean
July: July Ocean
August: August Ocean – Sunshine and Laughter
September: September Ocean
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…