After crossing the border back into the United States, we grabbed sushi in Seattle for lunch and headed straight for the Oregon coast. We had reservations in Seaside, a quiet community just north of Cannon Beach. When we arrived at the hotel, the lobby was swarming with senior citizens. Seaside was playing host to the American Contract Bridge League District Tournament. WILD AND CRAZY NIGHT, I tell you. Retirees take Bridge seriously. They also take the continental breakfast seriously.
The drive to Oregon was lovely for two main reasons: 1) The clear sky was sprinkled with a billion bright stars, and 2) Our route took us through Astoria (Goonies never say die.)
The next afternoon spent on the Oregon coast was lovely for one main reason: It’s absolutely freakin’ gorgeous.
While Cannon Beach was pretty (all the other tourists thought so too), Chuck and I fell particularly in love with Hug Point, a quiet spot just a few miles down the coastline.
As if this wasn’t enough beauty, we stumbled upon a WATERFALL flowing into the OCEAN. I didn’t know heaven was on the Oregon coast, but now I know.
And if this wasn’t enough, there is a grassy knoll above the waterfall with soft blades of grass sewn together by angels. We took a rest on it.
This guy knows how to properly spend his furlough, don’t you think?
Chuck and You are lovers…what a wonderful posting, Jennie. Everything is sparkling. I didn’t know about waterfalls into the ocean either!! This is a happy post!!