We went to the beach for the weekend with Keely and Josh.
We took the back roads to Lincoln City the headed on our way down the coast to Florence.
Keely's aunt and uncle have a house surrounded by flowers on a little peninsula on Lake Woahink. It's absolutely gorgeous.
Keely's aunt, Julie, is a gardener, and everywhere you look she has built little rock walls and planted flowers by the lake.
We arrived in late afternoon, when the water was navy blue.
Andy kissed the fish before dropping it back in and it slapped him across the face.
The house is on the lake, but:
The lake is next to the ocean.
Throwing the football on the South Jetty. It gets dark so quickly now.
We went back and built a fire by the lake. The stars covered the sky in every direction. Keely and I saw the same one shooting, huge and bright. It was the first time I'd seen in the Milky Way in way too many years to count.
And the moon rose over the trees.
Sunday morning coffee, and Andy bathes in the lake.
We are headed back north, to the tide pools.
Heceta Head lighthouse (in the distance), from the car.
Not like they used to be, said Josh. No more starfish, no anemones.
We headed several miles further north, to Yachats.
Andy and I used to come here ten years ago, when my parents lived in Corvallis for a while.
I think this is my favorite place on the beach.
Every single time I'm here I feel like this would have made a great setting for an Agatha Christie novel.
We went back up to Florence for dinner.
I thought Popeye was going to step off of one of these boats
After dinner, back at the house, I sat by the lake and watched the swallows.
There was barely a breeze. The water was like dark glass.
We said goodbye the next morning in the misty rain.
What a beautiful place. Such a wonderful time.