To celebrate a major milestone in Barbara's life (coincides with Bastille Day), we recently enjoyed a relaxing weekend getaway at the Oregon coast and got to introduce Brodie to the beach.Luckily I was able to secure Susan Hoffman's house in Gearhart (her husband spent a week in Scotland a few years ago so this is payback). Last time we stayed there we easily fit three couples in the house, so needless to say there was plenty of room for us to spread out with just the two of us.

Another great thing about Gearhart is that they have a golf course about five minutes from the house. On paper it looks really easy, about 6,600 yards from the back tees, but in practice it is a very tight course with a lot of trees and very small, undulating greens. Luckily we were paired with a local so we got some insider knowledge; otherwise this course would have been a killer.
The one drawback of the coast is that the water is really cold, so you don't really get much chance to swim or body surf unless you have a wet suit. I guess that is why Oregonians always call it the coast and not the beach; we don't want you to confuse it with Malibu. So instead of just laying around Oregonians are pretty active. You see a lot of kite flying, clamming, sand castle building, and jogging. But my all time favorite coast activity is storm watching. This is not a joke. In the winter people rent places on the beach or build bonfires to watch storms roll in. I think I would prefer to be inside if I had my choice.
Apart from golf we also got a little exercise riding bikes around all the neighborhoods wondering if we could afford a house of our own. Unfortunately a look in the window of the real estate office threw some cold water on that idea. Turns out the little two bedroom fixer uppers that are several blocks from the water are starting at $300,000. Oh well, hopefully we can continue to count on friends to borrow a place or find a nice rental for the twice a year we actually would ever make it down here.


