Heading Home

Our week in Oregon draws to a close today, as we pack this morning and then start our drive east for home. We’ve seen a lot (Crater Lake NP, the redwoods in N. California, the Oregon coast from the California-Oregon border to Rockaway Beach) and none of it has disappointed. The Oregon coast in summer is a definitely a different experience than autumn but no less beautiful.

Time for one more walk on the beach this morning, with today’s low tide in about 15 minutes…

We’ll be back.

This, too…

Today, we head east for home.

This, too, must come to an end: today, we pack up and start east for home after a great week on the Oregon coast. Yesterday brought a bit of everything weather-wise to our walks on the beach: rain, wind, hail, thunder and lightning, brilliant sunshine. And a gorgeous sunset for our last evening…

Sunset on Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)
Sunset on Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)

Weather’s changing…

After three days of glorious sunny weather, we’re in for a change…

After three days of truly glorious sunny near-calm weather on the beach, we wake today to the sound of rain on the windows and, in the grey light of early morning, the sight of waves further up the beach than we’ve seen so far this trip despite high tide still being almost three hours away…

Yesterday’s sand castle has long since succumbed.

Sandcastling on Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)
Sandcastling on Rockaway Beach, OR (November 2018)

It’s Tuesday. (I think…)

Losing track of time…

It’s Tuesday. Or at least I think it is, if I’m doing the math right.

It’s one of the things I most relish about our now-traditional week of Thanksgiving on the Oregon coast: the blessing of losing track of time and date, surrounded by family, and the calming influence of sand and waves and salt air.

Ian at Cape Kiwanda, OR
Ian at Cape Kiwanda, OR (November 2018)

Home Stretch

We made it as far as Baker City in eastern Oregon yesterday, about halfway home. We’re definitely not on the coast any longer: it’s light early (being on the the extreme edge of the timezone) and there is a heavy layer of frost on everything. Breakfast at the Lone Pine, followed by another 400-ish miles with a short break in Twin Falls to see my mom, get fuel (for the car and us), and then we’re home.