Dogs stacked in the back seat, we made our way from the too-hot east side of the Cascade Mountains to the west side of the mountains, where there is the marvelous Oregon coast. My Gep and Kat, the Artistic One and me, with our menagerie – 3 dogs. The Artistic One’s Zoey is a wee dog, and sat in the seat with her mother and me.
We arrived at our temporary residence, where it is much, much cooler, not as sunny, but refreshing and with great sound effects – those waves crashing on the sandy shore sing the song of peace and harmony. The view is from our upper deck, which is about 50 feet from the sandy beach.
After bringing in our needed supplies – some clothing, dog food, and lots of electronic devices, we claimed our bedrooms and climbed the few stairs to the gathering room upstairs – which has a windowed wall facing the ocean and a door to the deck. Gep brought his guitar and plucked some strings and the Artistic One showed him digital images
and, in a little while, she fixed a snacky buffet dinner – french bread, pepper and cheddar cheeses, salted salami, goat cheese on which Gep poured olive oil and Balsamic vinegar, tangerine slices, strawberries, wine and beer.
After filling our tummies and licking our chops, we took the girls for a walk on the beach. The big girls hung together investigating while Zoey ran circles around them and did not stand still long enough to be captured by a too-slow photographer.
We returned from our walk a bit chilled, but certainly refreshed, and felt a need to carry a glass of wine to the deck, wrapped in warm blankets. Well, at least two of us did.