Coast trip

Don't you just love that jingle on the radio about the Oregon coast, comparing it to Hawaii? Complete with ukulele music? We sing it a bit differently here at our house:

"The central Oregon coast,
I like it the most.
With just a little bit of sand and sea,
But it's a whole lot colder than Hawaii!"

Once again, we proved that true when we took Heather and her friends (and David) to the coast on Friday. They had a ball playing on the beach, while Nelson and I sat in the car, napping, reading, crocheting. (Well, Nelson didn't crochet, I did.) Not only was it cold outside, the wind was whipping along and turning the beach into a giant sand-blasting machine. When you roll Nelson's car windows up or down, you can still hear the grinding and scraping of the sand that blew into the mechanism.

I don't know what it is. People say they love going to the coast, but every time I go, it's cold and windy, and I'm miserable. I like to watch the waves breaking and the seagulls wheeling around; I enjoy the rugged coastline and the hazy view out to sea. But don't ask me to play on the Oregon beach.

Brooke, Nicole, Andrea, Heather, Nathan, Georgia, and Tabor.

Do they look a bit wind-swept to you? They are still smiling, however. Ah, youth....