Oregon Coast

I awoke the next morning a bit chilled from my stay on the beach. The fire I had started had long since burned into a smoldering pile of ash, and a cold Pacific breeze was pushing the morning mist in. I laid there contemplating for some bit about getting out of my warm sleeping bag and returning to my car, but the idea of letting what little heat I had trapped in my sleeping bag, was keeping me frozen in place.

Finally I mustered the courage to spring forth and rush to my car. As I stood up a whole heap of sand fell from my body. It’s amazing how sand has a way of working itself into every nook in your body. I then began to jump about in a strange monkey dance flailing my arms in air, shaking my head from side to side, and spitting uncontrollably. The sand had worked its way into my nose, and even my mouth.

I shook as much sand loose as I could, but the chill in the air had me. I darted to my car to start the engine and get some heat going. It reminded me a cold November morning, when you sit in your car rubbing your hands together hunched over your steering wheel, as if the above helps, wile your waiting for the heat to spew forth from he vents. I sat there shivering pondering where I should go.

Once I was sufficiently warmed I pulled out from my spot and headed back south down the 101. It was an amazing day for a drive. The sun finally burned off the morning fog as I traversed down my coastal path. Every bend brought an ever more amazing site to see, the beauty of the Oregon coast is unparalleled. I would spend the next two days just driving along and enjoying it.