A sunny day. Full gas tank. A road to the beach. We followed.
We are not good vacationers. Hub and I have already set and re-set our plans for vacation several times this summer. It doesn’t take much for us to change course so it was somewhat of a miracle that Saturday we packed the car and took off towards the beach for THREE WHOLE DAYS!!! Yes, it is a big deal and totally worth shouting about.
Hub got us over the Coast Range to Tillamook, Oregon where we stopped to eat. From there I took over driving duties as we headed south… kind of. Within ten minutes I had us on an unscheduled sightseeing tour. Some miss-labelled this as lost. Finding our way back to Tillamook and the main highway, we headed south. This time for real.
With no definite plans, or reservations, Hub tried in vain to describe a place we had stayed previously. I was stumped. NOPE! No memory of the place with a bridge… Huh-uh, nothing. It was then we rounded a corner and there it was… the City of Neskowin… complete with a general store, a post office and the Grey Fox Condos the Hub had so vividly remembered and I had not.
After securing two nights stay ~ Proposal Rock was to be our vacation focal point for the next two days… complete with bridge.
Before we even unpacked, seated on the balcony we crashed a wedding. People watching here was going to be outstanding.
The bride and her attendants have a trek ahead as the rest of wedding party waits out at the base of Proposal Rock.
Sunday arrived with wind, rain and chilly temperatures sending beach roaming people running for cover. By mid-afternoon a few hardy souls, dressed for winter, returned. There is an advertisement around here that says there is never a bad day at the Oregon Coast. Many subscribe to that thinking.
Sea-staring can be relaxing whether done from a sand perch, a balcony or through a picture window in the comfort of a warm, dry room. It is all beautiful. However, there is an invisible line between inside-cozy and inside-trapped. I crossed it. Hub didn’t. He was satisfied… I wanted OUT. I knew I was whining about normal weather while at the same time Isaac was blowing down every stop sign in Key West. This didn’t matter. I was grumpy and I made sure Hub knew. (poor guy)
Possibly I was having Internet withdrawals…
Monday morning brought back the sunshine. We took a refreshing, early ~7:30 is early to some of us ~ beach walk to survey the aftermath of Sunday’s storm and take the mandatory self-portrait.
We reluctantly checked out, leaving behind the same peace and relaxation we had found previously at Grey Fox.
I’m pretty sure next time Hub tries to describe this place to me…