Spring Break at Cape Kiwanda

The sun came out on the day we arrived, two people looking for the respite between the sun and the clouds. We pulled into Pacific City via the long way around, coming at it where the ocean was on our left, the big haystack rock looming over the proceedings.

Hotel right across the street.

Across the street from the hotel, right on the beach was the Pelican Brewery.
It was three hours until check in time, so we grabbed a beer and headed outside.

Rapture, the thrust of the day without schedules, deadlines, or class bells.

After lunch we went hiking up on this bluff, where you could see caves, open mouths thunderclaps of waves echoing through the portals of darkness and water. Emerald slime, and salt, the roots of trees at the top of the bluff, running down a mountain of sand, sand collecting in your rolled up jeans because you thought it would be too cold for shorts.

Driving down Highway 101 in search of supplies, the sunroof open, Pavement on the stereo, youth felt close, closer than the watchband on my arm.

Too much food, sun and open free time...

The sleep came gradually then all of a sudden, and in the middle of a Deadliest Catch marathon.

Capping off the week with Kayaking, making me feel small but proud in this world, content to drift in the wake left behind by bigger, more ostentatious boats.