My lady and I celebrated our seventh anniversary this weekend at one of our favorite destinations: Arch Cape, Oregon. Little known fact (and the second colon of this post): Arch Cape is actually where the missing -- and later found -- cannons were stored after the wreck of a U.S. schooner, Shark. Cannon Beach got the fancy moniker though. I know, I know. As my wife would say, "enough with the geeky history."
What's more impressive that factoid? The fact that football is back is and I won't be a miserable SOB all fall? Maybe. But how about the fact the trip this weekend was our first sans children. That's right everyone. We haven't been away from our kids overnight -- together -- in over four years. I'll give you a second and let that sink in. Go ahead. Justin Beiber wasn't even born yet! (I could be wrong on that...not sure.) Regardless, we enjoyed walking Cannon Beach on a crazy-busy summer day (It looks like Amity Island from Jaws! I 'm not kidding!), lobster ravioli at Newman's at 988, the reappearance of the infamous Snyd Bar and a mid-morning walk down a foggy shore at Arch Cape. Did I mention that we stayed here? That tower? We stayed in it.
I should seriously spend more time at beach. It's cathartic.
As usual, my camera came along too.