Brian and I were in Cleveland last weekend for the wedding of one of my best girlfriends. It was a beautiful event. The weather was perfect and the bride was stunning. Congratulations Kelly and Ben. To quote the Apache Wedding Prayer, May your days be good and long upon the earth.
We left Cleveland on Sunday evening. Perhaps I should have known trouble was brewing when, en route to our layover in Houston, Texas, we experienced the kind of pray-for-your-life turbulence that had me bargaining with God. I later deducted that we were flying over the severe storms and deadly tornadoes that struck the mid-west that day.
The Texas turbulence was the beginning of an immensely stressful and scary week for us. It was just so.damn.long. Everything is fine now, but Brian and I came out the other end feeling tired and battered. (To our friends who helped us through it: Brad, Annie, Jake, Joanne, and Oliver- thank you a million times).
Retreat no matter the cost
We’re saving every dime for our trip but sometimes exceptions are necessary. We didn’t just want to relax and escape, we needed to.
I pulled out the checkbook, declared screw it all, and booked a last minute trip to the coast. We rented a great big house with a gigantic bathtub and holed up in our favorite little town of Manzanita. We shoved our dogs in the car, packed stacks of books, banana pancake mix, movies, board games, pajama pants, loads of coffee and we retreated.
Brian takes on all
600 597 pieces of a puzzle.
Mimosas and homemade breakfast in the morning sunshine.
Brian walks with our
The clouds roll in over Manzanita.
I love this picture. The evening sun turns Brian orange.
What’s a visit to the coast without Saltwater Taffy?
One happy dog.
The hilly streets of Manzanita.
A peaceful Sunday afternoon.
The rocky and beautiful Oregon Coast.
Seagulls wait for the storm to roll in.
Haystack Rock, Cannon Beach, OR
We crawled out of our little hole three days later, rested and much improved.
Sometimes you’ve just got to run away with the one you love.
Now we’re back and ready for action.
Bring it on, bitches.