Let’s leave Texas for a post or two. While the state of TX bakes under the hot sun, the Oregon coast provides astounding vistas with breathtaking views. Last year, I took a short vacation with my son to Oregon with a very big itinerary. I wanted to see everything, to show the Kid the coast, Mt. Hood, the Columbia River Gorge, and further inland to Black Rock desert.
In Oregon, there is a bit more rain in May and it’s not as warm as the Texas skillet. Most days were quite pleasant with an occasional spot of rain. We had wind breakers and were not uncomfortable. The Kid had to get his feet wet, though, as the waves rolled in. I didn’t want him in that rough surf but only allowed him to get his feet in the water. You live once. We endured and at that point, I didn’t care. We forgot about our plans and played on the beach for hours. For much of the day we were the only ones on the sand. Occasionally we’d spot another photographer or a couple walking hand in hand oblivious to us and the sea gulls. A fisherman walked up onto a flat rock and cast his line far into the billowing swells while his canine companion raced ahead playing in the foam.
“Mommy, we could live here. You are a nurse, daddy is a teacher. You should work triage from home and we could live right up there in that house and I could play down here every day.”
I like how the Kid thinks. This was one of the most memorable times with my boy. And with myself. It was time spent as it should with no concern about the goings on in the world.
We walked back up the steps at the end of day, tired, hungry, listening to SuperTramp, Take the Long Way Home. We got in the car and stared out across the blue Pacific for a few minutes more. “I don’t ever want to leave this place”, he said. Neither do I.