A Day at the Coast

Our Girls’ Week started yesterday, as we drove through the rain showers into the mountains, over the hills and dales, up again and down again, around the curves, back around another curve to go the way we were going before the first curve – and on. Into the little town of Oakridge where we had the 5 Buck Lunch at Dairy Queen, into Eugene where the Artistic One and I stopped at Trader Joe’s for supplies to nourish our stomachs and on to the ocean side of Oregon to our abode for relaxation and companionship.

I did tell you it was raining, didn’t I? And blowing too. So the view from our balcony on Sunday evening looked like this.

And after dark fell, it looked like this

But this morning, when the sun shone despite the prediction for more rain, that view became this

and added even more cheer to our lazy, leisurely morning of coffee and healthy breakfasts (Greek yogurt and healthy granola), after which we decided to get into the car and drive down the road to see what we could see and to eat what we could find. But first, a little touring of some of the local shops

where some of us let our inner child out

more than once.

Then lunch

and some more meandering

Driving up the road heading back home, we stopped to see the Devil’s Bowl

and meet a local resident

and snap some more photos of the views.

What a tangled web we weave.

But we did not deceive. The sun was lowering in the sky, as this little guy was standing watch

while these two were waiting for dinner to be served.

So we bid the sea, the rocks, the gulls and the crashing waves adieu, and went back to our cozy condo for wine with crackers and cheese. And wonderful, glorious companionship. We have enough.