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We drove down to the Oregon coast for a holiday-within-a-holiday on our recent trip to the States and spent four days relaxing in a hotel in Cannon Beach, which harbours a thriving arts community and an exceptionally large sea stac called Haystack Rock. Thousands of birds nest on the stac and the nearby Needles, and it seemed to be brown pelican season while we were there. We arrived in absolutely glorious sunshine. The next day, the rain started and, as everyone kept reminding us, a most unseasonable storm replete with gale force winds was attendant upon the remainder of our days there.
Somehow we managed to struggle through with our fireplace, our ocean-view balcony, our wine, our books and our determined "we can handle a spot of rain, we're British" daily walks on the beach.
I'm glad I took plenty of pictures of Humuhumu's first experience with the ocean, as it was not to be repeated on this trip.
Humuhumu riding on Daddy's shoulders as he walks along the beach toward Haystack Rock.
Removing shoes in preparation for the beach walk.
Humuhumu puts her feet in the Pacific Ocean for the first time.
Daddy walks out a bit further into the ocean.
Wet feet!
In Mummy's arms with Haystack Rock in the background.
In Daddy's arms with Haystack Rock in the background.
Humuhumu prepares to put her hand in the Pacific Ocean.
And follows through.
Again, again!
The Needles, sprouting cormorants and pelicans.
Humuhumu shares a quiet moment with Daddy in front of Haystack Rock.
Humuhumu and Mummy in front of the Needles.
Humuhumu on Daddy's shoulders. Both looking happy.
Whee! (With joyful dogs running down the beach in the background.)
That sand dollar is going in the mouth in 3...2...1...
And now for a good wallow in that beautiful fine sand.
When I said "wallow" I meant it.
Why yes, actually, it does taste nice.
Certainly nicer than the outside of this water bottle.
Separate meditations on sand.
Somehow we managed to struggle through with our fireplace, our ocean-view balcony, our wine, our books and our determined "we can handle a spot of rain, we're British" daily walks on the beach.
I'm glad I took plenty of pictures of Humuhumu's first experience with the ocean, as it was not to be repeated on this trip.
Humuhumu riding on Daddy's shoulders as he walks along the beach toward Haystack Rock.
Removing shoes in preparation for the beach walk.
Humuhumu puts her feet in the Pacific Ocean for the first time.
Daddy walks out a bit further into the ocean.
Wet feet!
In Mummy's arms with Haystack Rock in the background.
In Daddy's arms with Haystack Rock in the background.
Humuhumu prepares to put her hand in the Pacific Ocean.
And follows through.
Again, again!
The Needles, sprouting cormorants and pelicans.
Humuhumu shares a quiet moment with Daddy in front of Haystack Rock.
Humuhumu and Mummy in front of the Needles.
Humuhumu on Daddy's shoulders. Both looking happy.
Whee! (With joyful dogs running down the beach in the background.)
That sand dollar is going in the mouth in 3...2...1...
And now for a good wallow in that beautiful fine sand.
When I said "wallow" I meant it.
Why yes, actually, it does taste nice.
Certainly nicer than the outside of this water bottle.
Separate meditations on sand.
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When I was little, my aunt asked me if I were going to taste the mud pie I'd painstakingly constructed. I did. Obviously.
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Was the taste of mud pie everything you'd hoped it would be?
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I actually can't remember it, sadly, but I can only assume that it was incomparably delicious.
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I'm going to screen your comment due to Real Name usage. Not that it's so hard to track me down if you're determined to do so, but I like to maintain a semblance of separation from this journal and my actual person, at least as far as search engines are concerned...
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