I have vivid memories of that time in my life. My black and white cat, Boots, my father taking me to DQ for dip cones in his little white Karmann Ghia, the wind and the waves, the sand and the gulls. I remember meeting my soon-to-be step-brothers for the first time, and playing couch monster. And crying and crying and crying when my dad left.
Haven't been back in a long time. But I drove to Waldport on my own and followed my nose to my grandparents' old house. It was sad. I was sad. I am sad.
Newport will always feel like home. The entire Oregon coast does, but this beach in particular, was where I learned how to be in this world.
(South Beach, Newport, Oregon)
(beach flowers)
(Lobster? On a sandy trail in South Beach state park)
(crane in Newport Bay)
(Portal)
(shell)
(chicken)
(Not pictured: woodpecker with bright red crest)
(sitka spruce on a coastal trail full of mushrooms)
(Waldport Bay bridge)
(if I look like I just went swimming it's because I did)
(our new favorite restaurant, Nepali Kitchen in Lincoln City, all home cooked, so delicious)
(Sea Lions are so so funny)
