I have to tell you about one of my favorite places on the planet. I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging but... I have been lucky to travel to many beautiful places. My husband and I are very adventurous and have a curiouse nature. I think that is one of the biggest things we have in common. We are fascinated by other cultures. We love nature and we just want to see it all. Our adventures have brought us to England, France, Italy, Spain, Greece, Morocco, and Turkey and The Dominican Republic so far. I am sure there would be many more if it weren't for these two needy little blonde chicks following us around. I know we will get back to our adventures "some day". When the kids are bigger and we have more $$$. Anyway, back to this magical place. It's actually not in any of those places I mentioned. It's right smack dab in the beautiful Northwest where I grew up. On one of our trips west to visit family a while back my husband and I decided to spend a day at the Oregon Coast. I had not been there in about ten years. I remember feeling completly shocked by how absolutely beautiful it was. I had been to there several times in my childhood but I guess I just took it for granted. I just kept walking around saying "wow! This is so amazing!" A few years ago we decided to rent a place in Cannon Beach.
We stayed for a week. It's a small hotel on a clean, quiet beach (My brother would argue with that remark. I suppose you don't know crowded and dirty until you've been to Coney Island on a July weekend). The hotel is right on the beach. I mean, I could see the ocean from the couch in my room. If anyone wants a perfect place to stay at Canon Beach check out schooners cove schoonerscove.com.(cool, it worked. I just learned how to do that). The rooms are nice and clean but they are not amazing. When you stay at Schooners cove you aren't paying for the room. You are paying for beach access. Our room had a kitchenette inside and a grill outside. We spent our time playing in the ice cold water, riding bikes on the beach, flying kite's, building sandcastles, telling spooky stories with cousins around a campfire at night, roasting marshmallows, eating saltwater taffy, looking for seashells and sea life on Haystack Rock, checking out art galleries in the town. It's a completely different beach experience. You are there to enjoy the beauty. It is not a scene at all. You don't wear a swim suit. You need a sweat shirt. It got warm but the wind is always blowing so your never uncomfortable.
We spent part of our trip at my sisters house in Washington. The girls got to have some special time with their Grandma and cousins. They joined us at the beach for a few days. After our time in Washington we went to Utah to visit my other sister (you'll hear more about that chick later). It was so much fun. We ate too much and laughed our heads off (what else is new). I am so happy that my kids have such a special place in their heart for their cousins. I hope they will look back on their childhood with fond memories of these trips (because they are costing us a hell of a lot of money). I am tired, I need to go to bed. I will finish this post tomorrow.