Beaches
Wreck of the Peter Iredale.
South Jetty.
The very best part of the trip, although taking up the least actual time, was the time on the Oregon beach. Powerful winds, rain with sand imbedded, waves crashing. Complete resetting of the brain. Exhausting and exhilarating and exactly what we traveled so far for. If only it had rained more.
Moby did very well with ND hanging out with him, although he purred loudly for a good half hour after we got home. Then spent the evening chasing the mouse and flopping to be petted, alternately.
Labels: vacation
Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, February 28, 2009
5 comments:
So Moby's not a sulker when you've been away, neither's Mol; courage and nobility of spirit.
So glad you had a good time, it looks fantastic, as do you. I'd like to go to Oregon.
I'm sorry I missed you! But I'm glad you saw the country that's in my bones.
Lucy,
No, he's pretty much just glad to have us home. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Dale,
I'm such a total social maladroit. Born to be a writer, I'm awful on the phone and in person. I short circuit all kinds of interaction, without even really intending to. I do better when it isn't planned, and I just happen upon people.
Wow! Looking at your photographs, I feel I'm on the Oregon coast, too. That section of coast near the Columbia River is dear to me. Roll on Columbia, roll on. You look at home there. Good to hear that your trip was renewing. Moby loves you and D, that's for sure.
This reminds me of Norfolk beaches. Enjoying all your photos.
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