It’s not really the beach. In Oregon, it’s the coast. Because rain. And mist. And cold temps.
But Sunday. Oh, SUNDAY. As we were leaving church, my sister Holly mentioned that they were heading over to the coast because the weather forecast predicted mid 70s! Yes, that’s worth making the one and a half hour drive west, even though we had to leave Russ at home to work (he works so hard for us) and we were in the midst of a rather busy week/weekend.
We didn’t arrive until around 3 pm. The weather forecast was wrong. It wasn’t mid 70s.
It was 88 degrees. On my favorite beach.
I don’t know when I’ve had more fun. Ilex, Holly, and I were in the water for hours (what?!) along with Ivy, Levi, Luke, and Leif. Ilex, Holly, and I were not appropriately clothed for hanging out in the water up past our waists, but it didn’t stop us. Really, one couldn’t NOT get in the water—it felt amazing. There was a slight breeze, but it was hot! I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.
We did sneak in a little reading as we dried off. The three musketeers (Ivy, Luke, and Leif) never dried off. They were in the water until it was time to go.
What an afternoon.
[P.S. I love Oregon. Coast, mountains, streams, waterfalls, beach. I’ll take it all.]