{"id":1772,"date":"2015-02-12T15:23:00","date_gmt":"2015-02-12T15:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2015\/02\/12\/yachats"},"modified":"2021-09-22T04:13:28","modified_gmt":"2021-09-22T11:13:28","slug":"yachats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1772","title":{"rendered":"Yachats"},"content":{"rendered":"

I take the scenic but long two and half hour drive south from Portland, slowly going through green valleys and moss laden canyons as I thought about my small space in the vast universe.<\/p>\n

The smell of the Pacific ocean hits my nostrils. I buy two local bottles of wine and some other various necessities before finding a local place to eat in Yachats<\/a>, my home for the weekend.<\/p>\n

I love how Oregon puts me at ease.<\/p>\n

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Scallops and beer set the mood in the right direction. I check in and open the sliding glass door to hear the crashing ocean waves of winter as the sun starts it’s slow descent.<\/p>\n

Sea lions body surf with the incoming tide. I scratch my whiskers, sip my drink, and think that perhaps this would be the animal I would like to be reincarnated as…..if you believe that sort of thing.<\/p>\n

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The 804 trail that lines the coastline calls to me. I walk along her gentle path, occasionally taking a detour into the hobbity forest, or down to the ocean itself to find broken sand dollars that met their demise in the pounding surf. I pick them up in a way that a parent cares for a broken child.<\/a><\/p>\n

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I sleep well, having something small to care about in the beautiful splendor of Central Oregon.<\/p>\n\n\n

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