I set out Friday on another adventure, this time to the beach. A friend recently returned from several days along the Oregon coast and I couldn’t get it out of mind.
I haven’t been great company lately. It’s an odd thing for me to feel so unmoored for so long, but I think I’ve been doing all the right things. Taking better care of myself is often about finding space and time to just sit with whatever is happening in my world. The beach is perfect. It’s a place of perspective. The furies have a life of their own if you let them in. The trick then, is to not let them in.
Life seems full of metaphors lately. That, or I’m trying to make sense of some crazy coincidences. My android auto app has been so unreliable lately. I need it for the GPS and I need it to play my audiobooks from the library through my car speakers. It drops from my screen just past Olympia and it will not reconnect. I hit a fog bank in Centralia and Chehalis and without my traffic screen I don’t remember where I leave I-5. I’m terrible with directions. I know it’s miles away, but if I miss it, I’m stuck going through Portland and I don’t want to do that. No map, lots of fog, the Universe is asking me to trust my instincts and I laugh out loud. Really. I did.
When the fog lifts, I see fire on the horizon to the east. It’s just a ribbon, but it’s a brilliant orange and I settle into whatever the day will bring. There are still lots of little blue squares on my fuel gauge and even without my book to listen to, I’m happy.
I think I need to be on HWY30, so I do what I can to get there. I know for sure I pass the exit I took the other day on my way home. (There had been a sign for Rainbow Falls State Park and I headed that direction since I had never been. As I drove that day, I passed the most amazing sight. Hundreds of poplar trees. Hundreds. In perfect rows. It was so beautiful. I learned later that it was indeed a poplar tree farm. Who knew there was such a thing? There is also quite a history to the name and property. You can read about it here. I’ll stop next time. Mesmerizing.)
Past Longview I cross the bridge that will take me into Oregon. The water is like glass and the puffy clouds, like a painting. I’m noticing hawks everywhere on this drive. Winter silhouettes make it easy to see these raptors. I count a dozen during my day.
I follow signs for Seaside and stroll down to the beach when I arrive. For a Friday in January it’s quite busy and I don’t linger. I’m not here for the people. Cannon Beach is busy too. At the south end of town I find a spot to park and walk out to Haystack Rock. I get caught in a fast moving creeper wave and find myself soaked to my knees. Not what I had planned. I hop back in the car and head toward Manzanita.
In Manzanita I’m looking forward to lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, Yolk. I drive past and spy the sign on the door Closed until Feb 3rd. Somehow I had to laugh. I wasn’t surprised. Disappointed? Yes. Surprised? No. Before I head down to the beach I get a call from Asurion, the people with my camera. They tell me they can’t fix it and have to send it to Nikon for repair. Another 3-4 weeks. What? No. I tell them. They need to call me with other options. Another month is ridiculous. 2-4 business days for a call back. Sigh. What can I do?
Manzanita is busy too. Too busy to fully enjoy, although all of the Oregon beaches I spent time at were wonderful. Arcadia Beach is tucked in between Cannon Beach and Manzanita and is small, but might be a new favorite stop. Not many people and all the drama you’d expect from this dazzling left coast state.
I end my day back in Washington at Three of Earth Farm on Seminary Hill in Centralia. Ahhh, bliss.
I love this place so much. My dear friend has gone to great lengths to create, not just a refuge, but an experience. The space is warm and welcoming and the breakfast is a perfect combination of local yogurt, homemade applesauce and baked goods that will leave you wanting for more. The bed is cozy and the views of Mt St Helens are just so lovely. There is history in this space. Browse the books. Bask in the glow. You aren’t just looking at the art, you’re in the very midst of it. It becomes you in so many ways.
The property is at the edge of the woods. The trails take you through mossy, old growth trees and sword fern groves. These woods are their own economy and the leaves still clinging or fallen, the currency. It is there that you recognize what it is to be rich. You can find it online here. Tell Gretchen that Bonnie sent you. You won’t be disappointed.
There are places where the moss hangs from the branches like prayer flags. There is a lot to worship out here in this lovely tree cathedral.
Furies be gone. Time to usher them out. I see an opening just ahead …