Bring a Parka and Mittens to Yachats
Trip Start Jul 13, 2013
24Trip End Aug 05, 2013
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Sea mist. It's lovely but when coupled with a stiff breeze it infuses everything with damp and the cold. Bracing, others might call it.
I can see my breath. And so my camping sweater continues to be a staple.
The trees above hold what moisture they can and then rain down beneath them.
I strolled (ten steps) down to the beach this morning while everyone was still sleeping. I found the beach barren, draped in mist, furnished by driftwood. All mine.
But the wind chased me back to the campsite in search of coffee.
No signs of life.
Everyone's asleep again. Mel thinks she might be catching what Henry and Penny had. I told her she's not allowed to get sick.
We breakfasted outside this morning and came to the conclusion that Yachats is a bloody cold place in the morning. Possibly all day. The breeze cuts through wool and cotton and we all had windbreakers and hoodies on before the first cup was done.
We drove into the town of Yachats proper and had a nose around. There isn't much but it is a nice little town. The Mercantile was fun to walk around. We'll likely be back.
A local told Mel that when it's warm in the interior it draws the cold sea breeze and fog inland. Sure enough, it's in the thirties in Eugene, our next stop three days hence.
We lunched at Luna Sea Fishhouse and had some incredible seafood: fish tacos for Mel, halibut and chips for Henry, and battered oysters and chips for me.
I'm glad to have finally tried oysters but I won't likely get them again. They taste good but their appearance and texture are off-putting. Great balls of curdled snot. My issue, not theirs.
I'm also able to upload my blog through their wi-fi while sitting in the car outside. I will be abusing this access daily.
With Mel in rapid decline we grabbed five bundles of firewood and headed home. We are determined to stay warm.
I took Henry down to the beach for a quick play but the wind was unrelenting and I didn't want him getting sick again
It sounds as though he's having a quiet play in the tent trailer. His little stories that he tells himself are funny. He's certainly learning about self-play these days.
He's been really good to Penny on this trip, giving her toys, hugs, holding her hand, and making a genuine effort to cheer her up and make her laugh. It helps that she beams when he looks at her.
Yesterday when we went to the Hospital he woke up from his nap in the car and started to grizzle. I told him that Penny was sick and that she needed a doctor. That she needed her big brother to be strong. He stopped immediately and got very serious. The whole time in the Hospital he was cognizant of Penny's needs.
Penny update: she's better still today. Such a sweetheart. All smiles and 'da-da-da-da-da'. I know that's a common first sound by babies but I like to pretend.
As for me, I'm sampling a beer from Hop Valley Brewing Company - Springfield: 'Double D Blonde' (4.9%)
I think tonight will be pretty rela- who am I kidding. Tonight will be modest. We'll probably have dinner at the campsite and stay warm around a fire. The wind doesn't appear to be subsiding and the sun lost a halfhearted battle hours ago.
Random observations we've made about American Culture:
* Most families are units of two parents and four children. Four children. Four. They don't seem to have half the trouble we do. What gives?
* There is a comparable obesity rate here to Canadians but the extent of the obesity is frightening. We have seen a lot of menacing male and female fat aprons. They're sentient and sniff you as you walk by.
* People wear their politics on their sleeves
* Americans are extremely polite. I don't know why Canadians are stereotyped as such.
* Beer in grocery stores makes so much sense and saves so much hassle.
Mel and I enjoyed part of 'nap time' together after all. She seems to be feeling better, just a little tired.
When it came time to wake up Henry and start dinner we were greeted with a rather unsettling surprise. Henry had taken Mel's shower kit off of its shelf and ransacked the contents. 20 feet of dental floss were bundled into a ball and all the make-up containers were opened and the contents liberally applied to his face, legs and bedsheets.
I had been sitting ten feet from the trailer
We laugh in hindsight but we were madder than hell at the time and he knew it. Had he eaten any of it or thrown it into Penny's crib...
We had dinner at the campsite and went for a nice, long walk down the fog shrouded beach. The weather feels like late September, early October in Calgary. It's not nice.
Tomorrow may yet be another laundry day (this defies reason but kids do that). We're going back to Newport to check out the Oregon Coast Aquarium. It sounds pretty cool.
Here's one more beer for the ledger:
Bridgeport Brewing Company - Portland: 'Bridgeport IPA' (5.5%). Advertised as "Floral and Hoppy, Delightfully Complex, Smooth and Satisfying."
I would describe it as hoppy, clean and satisfying. "Delightfully Complex" seems like a euphemism for "F-me, what is this shit?" and is thus a superfluous and inappropriate descriptor.
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