Month: July 2014

Love the Oregon Coast!

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I totally needed the beach day yesterday, and now I am missing the beach something fierce. It is one of those things that it gets in your blood and is a part of you if you have spent time there since you were little. The sound of the ocean, the first sight of the beach, the way the air smells. It is the salty sea air mixed with the smell of campfires, and it calls my name. The way the sand feels between my toes, and the cold first wade in the North Pacific Ocean. Having sand fights with friends, and getting sand in places I’d rather not mention. The way my clothes smell after a day at the beach and a summer evening campfire. Having to laundry because my clothes got all sandy, partially wet and salty. Taking another shower after a long day of being out in the fresh air and getting covered in sand, and sleeping well at night because of a day filled of salty sea and smoky campfire air and having had a boat load of fun on the beach. This is just part of why I love the beach. 

One of the things I was thinking about yesterday while sitting on the beach, is how I would love to live in a coastal town, so, especially in the summer, if/when I got married and had kids the hubby and I could load up the kids after dinner and take them down to the beach until it was time to load them back up and take them home to give them a bath and put them to bed. 

Since I was in college I have become more attached to the Oregon Coast with each passing year. 


Summer Beach Day

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I am writing this post today (as apposed to last night) as I got home after 10:00 pm, and had things to get done before going to bed. 

I spent yesterday at the Beach and had an amazing day. I seriously needed the day at the beach to regroup, and feel like I fit in somewhere. I felt so at home at the beach yesterday. 

I had set my alarm for 6:30, but my body woke me up at 6, which was fine. I guess my body knew that something exciting was happening. I got up, showered, had breakfast, put a small lunch together for myself, and finished throwing some stuff together for the day, and I headed out about 8. I stopped and picked up one of my friend’s (who I was going to go visit) sister’s, who lives on the way to the beach I was going to, which wasn’t a problem. It seemed to have taken forever to get to the beach, but we finally got there. My friend and I hung out at their rented beach house for a bit before heading out to go on a train ride. The Oregon Coast Scenic Railroad operates between Garibaldi and Rockaway (and at times Wheeler), so we had driven down to Garibaldi, and got on the train there. The logic was once we were done, we could just go on down to Tillamook. 

The train ride was awesome. We sat out in the Open Air car, beings that the other two were fairly full and we are not wimpy, we are true Oregonians who don’t mind getting a little wet. It was such a pretty train right, and even cooler to be pulled by an old restored steam engine. There is also a fully enclosed car on the train which is an old train car from the era of steam engines. Both my friend and I love steam engines, and the history of them, and of the Era they are from. 

We hung out in Tillamook for a bit after we went on the train ride, and then headed back north to the beach house so we could then go down on the beach. We slathered on sunscreen and then proceeded to spent 3 hours on the beach. We had gone to this little wayside park, which there were hardly any people at (and it is the dead of summer), which was nice. I also love that the Oregon Coast and the beaches are all public access and we have former Governor Tom McCall to thank for that! I did go and get my feet wet in the ocean and walked along the tidal line for a while, before proceeding to just sit on the beach like a bump on a log for a while. I love being on the beach and just being able to enjoy the beauty of it, and the scenery of it. I could seriously be used to living at the beach as soon as I moved given the opportunity. I also had the chance to do some thinking while I was sitting on the beach. I can’t forget to not mention having a sand fight with my friend, which was way too much fun. 

After having dinner and seeing a whale surface in the ocean several times, my friends sister and I headed for home. I dropped her off at her house, before heading back home myself. 

The day had started off rainy, and finished sunny but still on the cooler side, so it was a perfect day weather wise, and I loved it. 

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If you had asked me 13 months ago where I thought my blog would be a little over a year later, I probably would have told you that I would have been optimistic for having 50 followers, and I would not have expected it to have been seen by people on 6 out of the 7 continents (the only one no represented is Antarctica). I would have also never thought that I would be well over 5,000 page views.

I blog, and write about the things I do, because I love writing about the adventures I go on, and just other stuff that is going on in my life.

To all of you who regularly read my blog, and follow my blog, Thank you for your support. I love blogging, and I can’t imagine not blogging. It is a lot of work and takes dedication but I love it.

Random Last Minute Adventure

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Today was one of those days where I really had nothing planned but ended up having an awesome adventure.

I love quick day trips somewhere just to get away for a few hours.

Where I went today I have been many times before and it is one of my favorite places here within a short enough commute.

I am trying to not take where I live for granted, as I would move away if I found a job in another part of the country. I am trying to just take it all it and enjoy every adventure.





Did somebody say Mountains?

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My muscles are barely sore anymore. They were pretty sore the past couple of days after having gone rock climbing.

Today was awesome. I got to go out to the Gorge, and even though it was rather cloudy the mountains were still out. The Gorge, especially around Hood River is one of the many great growing regions we have here in Oregon.

We had gone out in that direction in search of pitted pie cherries, so that we would have locally grown pie cherries for Christmas. Commercially canned stuff from the store is nowhere near the same if you have ever tried Oregon grown, home canned pie cherries. We had spent a good share of the time we were out driving around trying to find a place that sold tart pie cherries that were already pitted. We finally found a place, and got some.

The Forests, Mountains and the Ocean will always be something I love that love will always be a part of who I am. At the same time though there was a part of me that wanted to keep going east, and to see, be, and live somewhere else and explore more of this vast continent that the US sits on. While out, we for sure saw Mt. Hood and Mt. Saint Helens (the one that blew its top off back in 1980), and quite possibly saw Mt. Adams. It is sad when you live somewhere and don’t know for sure whether or not you saw a particular mountain. I wonder how much I would miss the scenery if I didn’t live in this part of the country.

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More Direction

I am writing this post more or less for myself to look back on in the future to see where I am going from here, as I have not clue, but know that where I am at right now isn’t working for me.

I have gotten to comfortable and into a rut, and I am wanting and needing a change for myself. This summer has been great so far, and I know that I needed to be here for camp, but now that camp is over, I am ready to get things in gear and get something going for myself. I know there is a job out there for me, I don’t know what, but I know it is out there.

The concept of packing up and moving to a new state is a bit nerve wracking, but at the same time it doesn’t scare me. By moving to another state, I don’t mean moving to Clark County from Portland, I mean moving more than 300 miles from my present location.

It is interesting how God changes ones dreams when our own don’t line up with his use for our lives. I know that over the years what I have wanted to do and where I have wanted to live have changed so much, but at the same time I wouldn’t have it any other way.


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This evening I got to go Bouldering, which is a form of rock climbing with smaller walls and boulder structures that top out, where there are no ropes and harnesses. There are padded floors under the boulders and crash pads as well. I was only able to tackle the kiddy boulder, but at least I did it. I now have bumps, bruises and sore muscles but it was totally worth it.

I can already tell that my arms will be super sore tomorrow, in addition to the bumps and bruises. I would love to be in better shape, and work up to doing more intense bouldering as tonight was a lot of fun.

I have nothing against the girls who are definite girly girls, and I do know how to get dressed up nicely, but I would rather be outdoors hiking, or bouldering, or something along those lines. I know it is may be weird that I enjoy traditional “girly” activities like knitting, cooking and baking but also love being outdoors, getting dirty and trying new things, that have been classified as more masculine. I am a byproduct of both my upbringing and my generation. My upbringing specified that a girl needs to know how to cook, keep house, as well as look and act like a lady, which to an extent I do know how to do. My generation has taught me that I can go do whatever I want to do, and that as long as what I am doing is not illegal or causing harm to people or property, I can go do what I want. The thing is that I love cooking and baking (especially when I have the money to go buy my own food), and can tolerate a certain amount of wearing makeup and dresses when I need to, but I also love being outside exploring and I have always been the one to climb things or get dirty.