A Journey from Tillamook...

photo by Lisa

Well, we are back home. As I type this, Padawan is heading home to her family and some unknowns.

We had a terrific day yesterday driving to Yachats and then boxing up the coast; I think we managed to get six or seven boxes total on this trip. That may not seem like much, but there was quite a bit of other activities going on, as well, since it was my parent's anniversary trip.

The weather was absolutely breathtaking - sunny and warm. We just sat on the rocks at Neptune Beach and soaked up the turquoise blue waves breaking into white foam and rushing onto the beautiful, brown sand then crashing beneath our black perches. Lisa looked for tide pools, but they were only slimy...it must get too much wave action here for any critters hang out. I wish I could describe how beautiful it was...

We actually left Tillamook at 7:30-ish in the evening, heading north toward home. It was about then that we got a distressing phone call from Jacob, Lisa's son, who was home by himself. He was doing some experimenting and managed to cut his finger; needless to say, he was a little panicked, poor guy. Lisa talked him through some rudimentary first-aid, and thankfully, his Dad arrived mere minutes after the incident, so we were thankful.

The next stress was my complete lack of awareness of our fuel level, and we ended up praying to make it to the next town with a gas station. That may sound like not a big deal, but on the Oregon Coast, they roll up the sidewalks at 9 pm on Sunday evenings...period. We were lucky and found a station just in the nick of time - thank you, LORD!

So, the rest of the way was uneventful, other than some concern about Jacob. We arrived home around midnight and immediately hit the sheets.

The next post will be the photo story, I promise! I think we got some pretty good shots. We definitely had fun taking them, anyway!

Comments

Mole said…
Here's hoping the mundane doesn't unload like a ton of bricks after such a beautiful trip.

Living vicariously is really quite an adventure, my friend. You capture everything so well in words, one almost doesn't need photos . . . almost. ;-)

What a journalist -- what a gift! Thank you.