Fruit, Wilburys, Steps, Pirates

It says, "Own Your Own Telescope Business"

We slept in until 8, which is late for us, even though we'e been staying up until midnight most nights. The thing is between the windows and the skylights it is very bright in there in the mornings. When I got up I was planning to go to yoga, but the tide was still very out and although it was cloudy it wasn't raining. Dave was thinking he’d go for a walk, and I was feeling like I should do at least one beach walk this trip (there’s that word should – I know, I know, it doesn't belong in a vacation blog). So I decided to join him in a walk. We figured we’d leave his car at the Hug Point State Park parking lot in case we couldn't get around the carriage road, and then drive to Tolovana and walk home from there. Of course by the time we got ready to go (5 minutes?) it was drizzling when we walked out of the house, but it was a very light drizzle and hey, we’re Oregonians, no drizzle is going to stop us. It would probably be done by the time we got to Tolovana anyway.

Well, it wasn't done, but we parked and headed south towards the Rock Wahii. One other thing – the prevailing wind direction here is from the southwest. That’s why the beach bikes are so treacherous – when you’re tired and you turn around to ride back you’re almost always riding into the wind. Not so today – today it’s blowing from the north, so we were walking into the wind, and it wasn't a light breeze, either. And the drizzle had turned into honest rain. But we had set out for a walk, by golly, and a walk it what we were going to do, come wind or high water. Dave made the suggestion that we turn around at the Rock, but I scoffed at him. So we kept walking. In last year’s blog I made a comment about taking the same pictures I always take because the same places are always so beautiful. That is true, but I didn’t take any of those pictures today. It stopped raining very briefly when we were halfway between Acadia and Hug Point, so we took a drippy selfie, but it started back up again shortly after that so the cameras stayed stowed. And also I didn't see many of the beautiful places because I had my head down to keep the rain out of my eyes. But the temperature was actually perfect for walking, and we passed several people also pretending not to notice the weather was bad. It sounds kind of grim, but actually we were smiling and having a very good time.

By the time we got most of the way to the carriage road we had realized what you might have already figured out – the Hug Point parking lot is south of the carriage road, so we would be just as cut off from our car if the carriage road was inaccessible. As it turned out this was a very low tide so we were able to just walk on the beach in front of the carriage road, which is one of the places I would have taken a picture if it weren't raining. (Extra points for nice use of the subjunctive there). Dave headed up the beach to get the car (he said he’s never been happier that he always keeps a clean towel in his car – he was able to dry off like one hoopy frood.) while I continued down on the beach because I needed to complete the walk. When I got to the top he was just finishing hosing off, and my pants were so wet and sandy from the knees down that I just hosed them off too. Dave took a picture on the deck that was supposed to show how the back of my pants were dry while the front was wet, since we were walking into the wind, but by the time I got all the way home they were pretty much wet all around.

Dave took a shower and we headed to town for Pig’n. Tim was still sleeping & didn’t want to get up, which is fine because at Thanksgiving when we were in town we figured out how to Pig’n without him. The problem is that Dave wants toast AND hashbrowns AND pancakes with his bacon and eggs, and that is too much food if you order a side of any of those things. And I want 2 pigs in a blanket, but they come with 3. Usually Tim would eat my extra pig in blanket and Dave’s extra pancake, but we figured out that I can just give Dave my extra pig and its blanket, and he gives me 2 pieces of his bacon, and it’s fine. Which it was, except that the pancakes were undercooked in the middle. We should have sent them back, but I was starving.

After brunch we walked across the street to EVOO to pick up a loaf of bread, and then to Mariner Market to get some cheese to go with fruit salad. It was not raining, so Dave put the bread and cheese in the car and we walked up to the Cannon Beach distillery to do a tasting – they were tasting 2 rums and a gin, which all had interesting flavors. We always buy the Peters Family gin, but they were tasting the other one (Lost Buoy?) which is also very good. Dave bought a bottle of the dark rum for making hurricanes at home. I’d done my walk through town and Dave didn't feel the need to stop anywhere else, so we drove back to the house. Then we remembered that my car was still at Tolovana, so we drove back there. Then it was time for napping. I did mine in the brown chair. Dave sat outside and read. Tim ate leftovers.

Eventually it was time to be done napping and do some Nia. I worked on the last two songs of both Canta and Dreamwalker. I’m still having trouble even figuring the counting out for the last song of Canta – and that’s with Carlos counting alongside. Time for a quick shower and then I started to make the fruit salad for dinner, coinciding with the arrival of the Wilburys, who brought cherries, blueberries, and mangoes. I was quite pleased because the other fruit I bought way back on Monday morning got ripe at just the right time. Dave, Tim and Josh went down to the beach. When it was time to get dinner ready Jen & Tabetha helped to move the table into the living room, set it, and got the cheese and bread ready. It was fun to have a full table for fruit salad, and it’s the best view of any restaurant in the area.

After dinner Tim and Josh went to Osborne’s while the rest of us headed out to the Coaster Theater to see The 39 Steps. Tim hasn't been back to the Coaster since we saw the very strange version of Scrooge several years ago that had moaning ghosts in the aisles, and it’s a good thing he didn't choose tonight to try again because it was a very strange play. The blurb said it was a blend of Alfred Hitchcock and Monty Python, but it didn’t seem very funny or scary to me. Jen and Tabetha did some polite laughing, and Dave enjoyed it.

When we got home Josh and Tim had cleaned up from dinner so it was time for some game playing. First Jen and Tim sat out while the rest of us played Trouble. I won. Then Dave and I sat out while the kids played Pirates. It was fun to sit and listen to them. The game went on for a very long time and was hard fought, but as usual Josh was the dread pirate at the end of the game - and the winner. Well done!