One last set of pictures from our trip. We spent a few wonderfully relaxing days out at the coast, staying at the family cabin on the Quinault Indian Reservation. We seriously had some of the prettiest days at the coast that I've ever seen. It was amazing.
I love our family cabin. It smells like the sea and hotdogs over a fire. We went down to Ocean Shores, out on the jetty, on a hike to Irely Lake (just up past Lake Quinault) to Roosevelt Beach to fly kites - and so Jeff could get in the ocean, and ate most meals outside. So basically a few days of everything amazing.
My parents gave me a copy of Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh for my birthday, and I'd been saving it until I could read it by the ocean. I really enjoyed it, and it was really the perfect seaside read (read it near the ocean, if you possibly can.) There were so many beautiful thoughts and passages, but I'll just leave you with one for now:
"Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid."
Labels: In the USA, Where we go