We spent last Fourth-O'-July weekend at a beach house with friends. I'm still getting used to the differences between the Oregon coast and the hot, shell-covered Southern beaches of my childhood, but I really love the switch to these windy, cooler, rocky and forest-adjacent beaches.
We went to a cave-covered beach one afternoon, and it was so beautiful. There were excellent tide pools everywhere (I had been missing East Coast tide pools full of creatures)!
There were also these magical moss-doored (or carpeted) nooks and caves:
I couldn't help but thinking they might be portals to someplace else.
Our house was perched right on the edge of the forest, where it joins the sea (as seen in the above photo on the left). We had no internet, television, or phone reception, and I think by the time we left, our collective well-being was very high.
Even though it was really cold, it was such a wonderful holiday weekend...I kind of wish I was back there now.
Maybe I can find the other side of one of those mossy cave portals?