Today was one of those perfect days….sunny, breezy….gently warm, but not hot. The sky was a brilliant blue and perfectly lovely.
We decided to take a little day trip down to the coast, first to Cannon Beach and then to Manzanita. Traffic was sparse and the entire trip was stunning. The gently rolling hills and curvy roads formed a picturesque backdrop for our conversation as we made our way from Portland to the coast.
We stopped in Cannon Beach and walked through a few galleries. I fell in love with this little bird piece and others by this husband and wife team of artists. I will publish their names here as soon as I find where I put their card…Loved their work! Loved it!
I also enjoyed padding about on the cheetah carpeting at a little boutique where I tried on clothes for my husband who was kind enough to treat me to a pretty new dress.
There were beautiful flowers all over the place in Cannon Beach! We took a nice walk to the vista that overlooked the beach, then finally dropped back around to the Volvo and drove to Manzanita.
As we approached the village, just about 15 miles down the road from Canon Beach, we pulled over and stood at the ledge of the cliff for a long time, overlooking the beach. The water was the most gorgeous color. We talked about how peaceful we both felt…how happy we were. It was a nice moment for us both.
When we pulled into Manzanita, John wanted to go immediately to El Mariachi Loco, a little greasy spoon Mexican place that reminded us both of a little place in Reno that a friend recommended we go to when we were there in March. This place isn’t as good as the one in Reno, though, but we still enjoy it when we visit Manzanita.
The food was ok. I think I was just anxious to get outside and walk on the beach. In fact, I only ate about half of what was on my plate and split, leaving John to stop by his favorite Manzanita ice cream shop for a strawberry sorbet. I always have been a little hyper….)
The walk on the beach was perfect, albeit a little windy. I practically had the whole beach to myself!
There were some windsurfers and a few people on horseback, but for the most part, the beach was isolated.
The small dunes were particularly nice.
After I walked about a mile, I turned around and headed back to where I entered the beach. John met me at the gate, and we walked for another couple of miles. Then the wind REALLY picked up! I was wearing a wrap-around dress and hat. First, my hat blew off my head and went tumbling down the beach. Next, my dress began to flip and flap and I had a major wardrobe malfunction. I was so glad that my husband was the only person that saw it….and he claimed to have rather liked it, actually, so all’s well that ends well, I suppose. 😉
He looked at me right after that and pointed to the little metal sculptures below and said, “Wanna duck?” (He’s pretty corny sometimes…)
And well….the rest is history….