Beaches and broken branches
I spent Sunday night at my Mom's house. When I woke up, I got some oatmeal and some coffee and dragged myself around the house a bit.
We had to do something with the entire day ahead of us, and I had only one real thought: the coast. I didn't want to say it because the coast is an hour and a half away, and rain was expected for later, but it's the coast! As I was racking my brain for another suggestion, my Mom said it for me, "Lets go to the coast!" I didn't need any persuading. We got in the truck and headed to the Oregon coast.
On the drive, I crocheted the better part of a beanie before the windy mountain roads got to my stomach.
We went to a beach just north of Brookings. It had been wet recently so the sand was nice and compact, and it was easy to walk anywhere on the beach. The beach was in sections. We started on the south end and worked our way up, over streams via fallen logs, past rock formations via climbing, and there were two sections we had to get through by running past the tide before it hit the cliffs. We headed back just in time, it started raining and gusting wind as soon as we decided to head back and by the time we got back to the truck two hours after we had left it, we were soaked.
It was amazing to see my Mom so adventurous. She was lively and happy and gladly climbed over rock and driftwood, and it made me insanely happy to see her so active, because I know that the happier and more active she is, the longer she'll be around to enjoy life.
We got dinner in Cave Junction and went back to her place. She had work early in the morning, so I went to Scott's house to sleep instead.
In the morning, I got breakfast and went to work myself. We worked for the better part of all day, cleaning up the devastation from Sunday's winds. From here on out, we are unlikely to have more than half a day off until mid-November. We ended up at our friend's house to round off the day, and when Scott and I finished and were heading back to our cars, a skunk had just had it's way with the surrounding air and our friends were panicking inside the house.
We left as soon as possible, partly to avoid staying in the stench of the skunk, but mostly because Scott was incredibly hungry. I tried desperately to keep up with him on the way home, but alas, no matter how well I drive, I can't keep up with a WRX. We hastily made pasta and shoved it in our mouths while watching a TED talk.
He's asleep by now. I should join him.
We had to do something with the entire day ahead of us, and I had only one real thought: the coast. I didn't want to say it because the coast is an hour and a half away, and rain was expected for later, but it's the coast! As I was racking my brain for another suggestion, my Mom said it for me, "Lets go to the coast!" I didn't need any persuading. We got in the truck and headed to the Oregon coast.
On the drive, I crocheted the better part of a beanie before the windy mountain roads got to my stomach.
We went to a beach just north of Brookings. It had been wet recently so the sand was nice and compact, and it was easy to walk anywhere on the beach. The beach was in sections. We started on the south end and worked our way up, over streams via fallen logs, past rock formations via climbing, and there were two sections we had to get through by running past the tide before it hit the cliffs. We headed back just in time, it started raining and gusting wind as soon as we decided to head back and by the time we got back to the truck two hours after we had left it, we were soaked.
It was amazing to see my Mom so adventurous. She was lively and happy and gladly climbed over rock and driftwood, and it made me insanely happy to see her so active, because I know that the happier and more active she is, the longer she'll be around to enjoy life.
We got dinner in Cave Junction and went back to her place. She had work early in the morning, so I went to Scott's house to sleep instead.
In the morning, I got breakfast and went to work myself. We worked for the better part of all day, cleaning up the devastation from Sunday's winds. From here on out, we are unlikely to have more than half a day off until mid-November. We ended up at our friend's house to round off the day, and when Scott and I finished and were heading back to our cars, a skunk had just had it's way with the surrounding air and our friends were panicking inside the house.
We left as soon as possible, partly to avoid staying in the stench of the skunk, but mostly because Scott was incredibly hungry. I tried desperately to keep up with him on the way home, but alas, no matter how well I drive, I can't keep up with a WRX. We hastily made pasta and shoved it in our mouths while watching a TED talk.
He's asleep by now. I should join him.