The Boy: Lost in Profound Thoughts
Wednesday my grandmother and we Ortizes went to Beverly Beach, a few miles north of Newport on the Oregon Coast. As always, it was beautiful, though a balmy 59 degrees when we arrived. Coupled with the wind, it was a wee bit chilly. But onward! we cried.
Atlantic beaches are for sissies. Pacific Northwest beaches are for beer and parkas.
Despite being perfectly aware of the coast’s brr! factor, I was lulled into thinking that Wednesday would be a warm day at the coast by a) the fact that it was warm (like, upper-70s) when we went last year:
(what a pipsqueak he was back then!)
and b) it was gearing up to be a blistering! hot! 85! degrees! in the Willamette Valley.
All of that to say, I forgot to bring The Boy’s jacket. He’s wearing two long-sleeved shirts in all of these pictures – just warm enough to avoid hypothermia.
Gee, Mom, do you think it’s cold enough yet?
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, my son.
Mommy and Ben were craaaaaaazy enough to play in the surf:
Fun, but like playing in a bucket of ice water.
Columns of morning clouds scoop down to meet scraggy firs and pines in a farewell kiss before departing:
In other words, proof that the blue skies were on their way.
See that blue? It was shaping up to be a lovely day.
On the drive over, we listened to a talk by Peter Kreeft called “The Spirituality of the Sea.“ This is perhaps the eighth time so far I’ve recommended this talk, and I’ll keep recommending it until all my readers book travel arrangements to the nearest coast. (We also listened to “10 Uncommon Insights into Evil from The Lord of the Rings” – we’re on a Tolkien kick lately.)
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad………….. Ben’s not sharing with meeeeee………
Great-Grandma, enjoying the wind and surf.
(Note: my great-grandmother, mother of Grandma in this picture, is still with us. We have five living generations in our family. Is that cool or what?)