“My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The power of the ocean is unlike any other. I was 20 years old when I saw the ocean for the first time and I remember the rush of adrenaline standing in the cold waters. The sea was endless, powerful, beautiful and scary all at the same time. Over the years I’ve grown to love the ocean and I treat it with all the respect and reverence it deserves.
The weather this past weekend was crazy on the coast and the power of the ocean was felt. We had 60 MPH winds on Saturday night and I sat huddled in my blanket watching the storm pass. I kept thinking please don’t let the power fail. Our sturdy little house held firm and for once the power stayed on. Thank you, Lord!
Even bad weather weekends at the beach are great weekends. We spent our time eating, baking, reading, watching football and sleeping. Too much travel the past few months has left us strung out so this was a perfect time to get away. There is something about the ocean that restores us all.
When the weather broke we did get out to walk the beach and explored Lincoln City a little bit. I kept my camera in hand and took some fun shots of the neighborhood around us. We also discovered a covered bridge (built in 1914) on our way home. Below the bridge salmon were spawning and a bald eagle kept circling above. Such a treat!
Thanks for reading and enjoy the photos.