Communing With Nature

On Wednesday, Rod (my one and only) and I went to Beverly Beach State Park in Newport Oregon, and stayed overnight in a yurt. We've stayed at a couple of dozen places at the various Oregon Beaches, including many yurts. We love the Oregon coast, even when it's bleak and drizzly outside and waterproof coats are almost mandatory. On those occasions, we huddle together in places like Depot Bay, water dripping off the brims of our protective baseball caps, and just watch the whales spouting. It's amazing, refreshing, and somewhat spiritual. The very experience brings us closer.

Until Wednesday, we've always taken propane cookers, a grill, pots, pans and sundry cooking tools. We'd take all our food and buy seafood there to prepare at our site. Fun, but a lot of work. A bit tedious but an attempt to reach back to the earth and rough it, so to speak.

This time we took a few tasty snacks, some ground coffee, a little electric coffeepot that belonged to Rod's parents, bottled water and wine. Just the necessities, in our world. And this time we didn't cook or have to keep a fire going in the fire pit so we'd have hot water to wash dishes. There weren't any dishes.

This time we had dinner at a lovely restaurant named Panache and breakfast at a long time Newport favorite, The Whale's Tale. Our yurt was cozy and comfortable. We walked on the beach combing for shells, and sat by the fire talking about childhood events. We shared our happiness at the pleasant turn of weather while sipping pinot gris.  

We didn't miss that earthiness or roughing it at all. All we missed was a convenient restroom. So, trudging together under the light of the moon, flashlight in tow, we toddled off to the restroom in the middle of the night and communed with nature.

Be Happy,

Judi