Salty air. Sunday sun. Waves crashing. Dogs barking. Kids laughing. Small dead crabs strewn about. Deep green seaweed scattered about. Barnacle-covered rocks. White sea foam. Her first beach walk at low tide. Well, "walk." She's not walking on her own quite yet.
"Maybe we'll find some sand dollars," I said to Bryce as we left out campsite and walked to the beach. It was around 7:30 in the morning and while it wasn't exactly low tide, the tide was still fairly low. We were camping at Cape Lookout State Park on the Oregon Coast. I had spent… Continue reading To the Oregon Coast!
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" I silently screamed so as not to make a scene around all the other people. I've never stepped on hot coal, but I imagine this is what it would feel like. I quickly ran towards the ocean to soak my feet in the cold water. Our pool was definitely too hot. Like,… Continue reading The crowds and camaraderie at Hot Water Beach
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