A Lazy, Hazy, Oregon Sunday

I have to tell you about my first trip to the Oregon coast. (Some people might call it the beach. Beaches involve sun and warmth; two things rarely found at the Oregon coast.)


I love sand.


It gets everywhere.


And adds neat highlights to your hair.


Mom walked me down to the water.


And let the cold Pacific lap at my ankles.


But she made up for it with a warm hug.


The Oregon coast is a nice place to spend a Sunday and contemplate your navel. Whatever a navel is.