So, we hit the first beach we came to and didn't leave for four or was it five hours. It was beautiful. Sadie made friends with the boy next to us. His name was Andrew. He was drawn to us by the siren song of vintage Tonka toys and monster trucks.
Here are some photos.
There was a young hippie couple sleeping on the beach. They woke up around 3 p.m. and did some smooching. Every time they moved the reek of patchouli oil floated in the brisk sea air. The girl was beautiful and probably in her 20's. She had the usual tattoo's of flowers and vines. She had sunglasses in the shape of hearts. Her face and hand that was not covered by the blanket were burned beet red. She seemed quite happy. The guy was your usually scruffy modern hippy. He looked sort of like Bob Dylan with a goatee. After they awoke he picked her nose for her. It was quite sweet.
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You hopeless romantic, you!
ReplyDeleteLovely! We're still enjoying record snow accumulation and duration of cover, and last night we busted zero degrees F again. Hey, wait! I see it has warmed up into the double digits! Three point seven! Whoop whoop!!
ReplyDeleteLast night we were in Ames and saw someone had built a large and dandy snowman up on top of their roof. We are all getting a little goofy.
Gorges, hippie love can be a beautiful thing. It does smell kind of bad so regular people should keep their distance. Things you learn growing up in Oregon...
ReplyDeleteCollieguy, Perhaps if one had a beach house some where... I suppose they don't let folks on airplanes with banjos-weapons of mass destruction?