October 2nd, 2016

Oregon Coast 1

I know more married people now

A happy, low-key wedding. I got to be at one yesterday.

I've known Heather for about five years; we've been through quite a bit in that time, including following her dating life. Which led her to meeting a guy named Chris T., who is now Mr. Heather. They got married in a ceremony at Cannon Beach, one of the resort towns on the Oregon Coast (and both the site of Haystack Rock and a filming location for The Goonies). I arrived early afternoon; the drive to Cannon Beach on Hwy. 26 is one of several very pretty drives through the Coast Range, though you have to drive carefully. Especially at night. Which I did later, when it's NOT pretty, but I made it home!

I'm glad I got there in the first place. I'd missed the Coast; I was last there three summers ago. Both Heather and Chris moved to Oregon from different parts of the South, and fell for the Oregon Coast as a lot of us do. They'd hoped to have the ceremony on the beach, but the forecast (and the wind already on the beach as of early afternoon) nixed that. While I was there, the weather went from this

to this:


So indoors it was! We visited, we ate, we danced, we toasted and cheered. I toasted with coffee, since I didn't want anything stronger than caffeine. And yes, I danced.

Because Cannon Beach a) was especially full this weekend, b) is pricey and c) isn't really built for single people, I had two options for the night: go home, or drive up to Seaside to get a motel room for the night. I went home — using the caffeine for good — though it was a challenging drive. Luckily for me, eastbound 26 traffic was fairly light; last time I left the Coast at night via 26, I had some tailgater riding my ass for miles. Still, this time, was rain and some low fog, and the more-than-occasional westbound drivers who didn't remember to turn off their high beams when passing people. Grr. Still, I made it.
Berthold Run

All that I have not done (today)

Today could've been much more involved.

Yesterday, I considered staying on the Oregon Coast for a bit longer: drive the eight miles from Cannon Beach, where Heather and Chris had gotten married, to Seaside, find a (relatively cheap, I'd hope) motel room for the night, and sleep within a mile of the Pacific. Instead, I gutted out the 80-mile trip back, and got home at 11:15.

Today, I've done almost nothing: slept in, read, watched some football, had lunch. I haven't even showered or bathed; I didn't need to. The other version of today would've had me freshening up so I'd be presentable in public, getting out and around the area of whatever motel I'd stayed at, finding pre-road trip breakfast (preferably within walking distance of wherever I would have stayed), maybe exploring Seaside further, maybe exploring Seaside long enough to need pre-road trip lunch, eventually pointing my car toward Portland and then driving those 80 miles. (And, at times during this, getting messages to people, like Heather and my housemates, so they could be sure I wasn't dead in a ditch.)

I'm getting a little tired just thinking of that hypothetical day. Possibly a sign it was a good idea to get home.

I'll get back to the Coast some time. Likely in a more planned way.

*gets back to napping*

Evening Addendum (7:07 p.m.): I didn't actually nap, but it was possible that I would.
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    Angelo Badalamenti, "Twin Peaks"