Postcards from the Oregon coast: We dipped our toes in the ocean

To a Midwestern city grrrl like me, there is nothing closer to heaven than feeling the tide rise up to meet your ankles, seeing the stars clear and bright in a dark sky, and hearing any natural sound above the screech of cars and sirens and skateboards. 

I love my home in the city and it us truly where we belong. But my heart is at ease at the ocean, on a hiking trail, and where the foul smell of patchouli almost is over-powered by the aroma of good coffee and much better microbrews.

We left the patchouli stench of Corvallis in the last weekend of our first solo vacation for the coast of Oregon. We weren't solo at that point. My good friend Paula accompanied us, and made arrangements for us to stay at a lovely little hotel right on Nye Beach, just outside of Newport.

Any anxieties of work or anything else left my body the moment I saw the blue of the ocean. As I always do when I hear the waves clamor against the sand, I felt small, insignificant, at ease. There is nothing like that feeling, nothing like a reminder of the speck of sand you are in the universe to make it easy to put off (maybe even forget) deadlines, dating, dealing with an ex.

Lil E wanted to surf in the Pacific (I love him). But once he felt the water on his toes, he conceded to just running along the tide line in the sand. We did eat great seafood and shopped in lovely little boutiques. We woke up the sea lions who lazed at the Newport piers by barking at them. We went for a tour of one of the best aquariums in the country, petted the starfish and rays, stared at the tanks of amazingly beautiful jellyfish, and clapped as the seals and sea lions performed tricks during feeding time.

One day, though, I promised him we'd be back in wetsuits to ride some of those waves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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