I’m gallivanting again. This time I’m on the Pacific Northwest coast.
The other day I travelled through Twilight country. I know because the signs told me so. Even though I’ve never read the Twilight books or seen the movies, (and have no plans to do so) if there were going to be vampires, this would be the right place. What a fabulous patch of Planet Earth they’ve chosen.
It’s moody here. One moment shrouded in mist, moments later the sun breaks through and the vistas take your breath away. Dramatic cliffs, magnificent, soaring trees hanging with moss, mountains framing the horizon, and all the while the sound of the pounding surf of the Pacific Ocean rolling in.
The Pacific covers a staggering two-thirds of the surface of the globe. When I dip my toes into the ocean here on the west coast of North America, I can’t help but feel connected to my younger self, to my years in Australia and travels through the South Pacific. It makes me want to sell up, pack my rucksack, and get off the beaten path.
And then I remember. There’s a beautiful shaggy dog, a cranky Siamese cat, and some people at home that I’m missing. A lot.
sundown on the Pacific Ocean
shrouded in mist
sun breaks in the mist
rock formations off the Oregon coast