It is completely different from the wiles of a warm beach, like the California, Florida, Hawaii, Mexican, and Caribbean coasts. The water is so cold that even in the middle of summer I don't stick in so much as a big toe! In fact the few brave souls that try to surf off the Oregon Coast must do so in full body dry suits.
Oregonians must be a little bit crazy. And how many times have we found ourselves huddled in jackets and blankets just so we can stay out on the beach just a little bit longer?
And yet we do.
There is something magical in its raw, untouched beauty. It is like our own best kept secret.
It seems to be calling my name, like a siren's song.
I am finding that this is where I want to be. Maybe this is where I will resume my painting hobby, or where I will write a book, or where I will gather my family around me to lavish them with my love. I envision myself as the eccentric old lady that goes to the seashore to find solace, to find inspiration, to find peace.
I guess I am going to have to find me one of those funny hats...