While driving south on 101, we stopped at the Yaquina lighthouse. I've never seen one in person, and it was lovely in a stark, defiant sort of way. The lighthouse stood proud at the end of a rock spit, surrounded by only ocean and grey sky.
The views here are beautiful but harsh, uninterrupted open ocean with dramatic black rock pillars jutting up to meet the stormy winter sky. We passed Haystack Rock later on, a large rock formation off the coast which unsuprisingly looks a lot like a haystack. Apparently, it also had a moment of fame while being featured in the movie 'The Goonies'.
My $20 Underarmour brand hat that I loved so much fell apart after one night. We stopped at some tiny thrift shop in the middle of nowhere to try and find a new hat. The store was one of those types you find often on the coast, run by a lady as old as the wares, chock full of antique lace doilies and creepy ceramic clown figurines. I found a hand knit scarf and hat for $5 in a stunning beige pattern, somewhat reminiscent of 1970's sofa fabric. I think it compliments Charlie nicely, if not myself.
I am seriously missing forced air heating and hot showers. Oftentimes stories of travel leave out the grimy bits, leaving you with only snippets of glowing sunsets and winding roads. There is plenty of that, but there are also three day stretches without showering, constant bumping of elbows in a tiny space, and sand in every possible crevice. I like to think of these small inconveniences as texture, lending some variety and spice to a grand adventure.
It's a definite challenge living in such a small space with two grown adults and a large, neurotic, whiny dog. Having a dog can be a wonderful experience, but having the right dog is also very important. Jax the Doberman is a difficult dog on the best days, and is having a bit of trouble adjusting to our new living arrangements. I'm hopeful that things will improve soon, otherwise he may end up being Jax the Doberman Skin Rug. Just kidding. Mostly.
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