West Coast Road Trip Part II.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Without the self-imposed pressure to creatively write, share and post all my thoughts and words daily into a small square, I've felt the freedom to experience life with, what kids?  More PRESENCE.  And seriously, thank God because I've would've missed a lot of the finer details of this adventure and the idiosyncrasies of my family had I been constantly buried in my phone or wondering what I was going to write on IG at the end of the day.

By the time we'd arrived to Yachats, OR, the CUTEST little seaside town, we were kind of done with each other.  As a whole.  Which is to be expected on a family trip where you're tethered for days on end in small spaces without reprieve.  We were met with light drizzle and gray skies (my fave kind of weather,) and I took advantage of everyone's fatigue to have some time by myself.
The above pics are as seen from a short hike to the Heceta Light House , the brightest light on the Oregon coast with a history and architecture to match.  This was one of my personal favorite jaunts (not just because of the quiet and solitude,) but because of the beauty that surrounds it from all directions.  

To be honest, if I could go back to the Oregon Coast, I'd camp out in Yachats a little longer, either in the incredible Overleaf Lodge and take advantage of the spa and stellar views from every room, 
or ACTUALLY camp out in the woods and hike the crap out of all the surrounding areas.  This place was so gorgeous.
Yachats felt like a place we could catch our breath, nestle in to rest a little more peacefully and just listen to the waves crashing outside our windows.
(Otter Crest State Park.)
Driving along the coast to Cannon Beach, OR was truly some of the most beautiful coastline scenery I've ever seen.  Like, breathtaking-caliber stuff.  My only connection and knowledge of this area were based on the scenes out of the Goonies, of Haystack Rock and the beaches you can drive on.  But what a lovely little place to get lost in sand and surf, 
barefoot, of course.
(My baby boy that I'm still not accepting is practically a man.)
I insisted on passing through Astoria, OR on our way to Seattle.  Bound and determined to get a view of the "Goonies" house, where parts of the movie were filmed, a flick that was an absolute STAPLE to our childhoods growing up.  Turns out the actual house itself is unattainable (it wasn't always this way,) but the current homeowners had been harassed at all hours of the day and night for decades by psycho Goonies' fan, that they no longer allow you past the driveway or to even park on the street nearby.  But local shops and restaurants all tote Goonies-pride trinkets and apparel, of which I purchased 14 things.
(As close as I could get.  Imagining Mouth hanging over the front porch asking Chunk to do the "truffle shuffle."  Man, I love that movie.
Seattle rounded out a Westward trip we took as a newly-engaged couple 14 years ago.  Time is but a blink.  Here we were again, only toting three kids, thousands of grey hairs between the two of us and three times our weight in baggage.  Nevertheless, we'd arrived a little wiser, stronger and more grateful for this life.
It was so crazy to get to this place, with nearly two decades of unexpected and mysterious twists and turns behind us, but to stand in this same spot we did as young 20-something's, and yet nothing has really changed.  It was trippy.
As I've made mention in past travel posts, traveling with kids is not what I'd dub a "vacation."  It's a break from reality, sure.  It exposes you to new people, places, ways of seeing the world.  It expands your vision and perspectives far past your comfort zones, but it's work.  Ten days on the road in a new place every night, can naturally be trying on your patience.  But man is it SO incredible in terms of having a chance to truly bond and connect with each other, without the typical distractions of the outside world.  At the end of it all, it made us even more appreciative of the home we have, the solace and comfort of our own beds and the freedom of the summer months to wake up without an agenda.  Although I could travel forever, we were ready to come home.


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