PSA: Stop what you are doing right now and add the Oregon coast to your bucket list.
Being a true Southern California girl, I have spent my entire life in and around the water. That is why when I found out that I would be a 90 minute drive from the ocean once I relocated to the PNW — a deep and mournful sadness immediately took residence within the pit of my stomach.
As it is for so many others, the ocean is therapeutic for me. Many a lazy Saturday morning I have spent floating on my back in Laguna Beach’s sleepy little coves and tide pools. In those moments, I felt truly free and weightless. As the navy blue waters lapped up against my sun kissed skin, I was reminded that everything would be okay. That I would be okay. The ocean never failed me.
That is why, after experiencing one of the toughest years of my life, I knew that this trip to the Oregon coast was a “must”.
Three peaceful and dreamy days with only Dan Kim and our son. No screens. No clocks. No distractions. No artificial light. We spent our time grilling savory vegan breakfast sausages, scratching at our mosquito bites (there were many!), binge-eating Rainier cherries, chasing off greedy obese squirrels from our camp supplies, and watching our son play in the sand with the utmost wonder and joy. It was magic and I had not a single concern about anyone or anywhere else in the entire world. For those three days, we rose with the soft glow of the morning sun and went to the bed with the milky light of the moon. Some moments were simply spent laying in our tent, listening to sweet birdsong and the ocean swathing the shoreline. I kept smiling at Dan Kim for no reason at all. I could not have asked for more.
Where we stayed.
Where we took a day trip to.
Where we ate lunch by the ocean.