Our family went on a vacation to a Southern Oregon Beach in May 2005.
All the 5 of us were there – Randy, Claudia, Brandon,
Jared and Travis, as well as Jared’s girlfriend Joanna, Claudia’s sister
Corine and her husband Larry and their daughter Andrea.
We stayed in a vacation home rental called the Sea Scape – that was just up an overgrown path from the beach
We thought it was such an interesting piece that we wanted
to share it with you.
We are very grateful to the rental manager David Hoenie of Breaker House Vacation Homes for retrieving a copy
of this for us to keep & share.
wake up. Where am I?
I definitely was not here just a few seconds ago…
I’m walking down a trail bordered by damp trees.
It’s dark, and I can only feel where to place my feet. I follow Brandon and Andrea through overgrown
bushes, over trickling streams, down through the swaying weeds, and
come out wet, overlooking the shimmering crashing ocean.
We follow the driftwood steps down to the beach and leave footsteps
in the moonlit sand which pass by the creek that we played in, the fire
pit we will soon establish, and stop at the ocean where we will finally
gain enough insanity to swim in during the four days we have in the
minutes. Ten minutes.
I have ten minutes. Before I leave I still have to …
I watch a whale surface and shoot water from it’s blowhole, I
wake up to the smell of cooking bacon, I untangle a kite string, I eat
Barbequed shrimp, chicken, and vegetables off their skewers, I stub
my toe, scenic drives, movie nights, the nine of us praying before meals,
puzzles with missing pieces – images appearing and disappearing in my
head, all brought together and associated with and by the sound of crashing
waves. Aahhhhh…The beach.
up! Vacation’s over.