Cannon Beach Thursday

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It’s hard to articulate how differently a heavily planned outing feels from a directionless Thursday drizzlefest that develops, after breakfast and a trip to the DMV, into snaking through downtown traffic and merging onto the 26 W towards “Beach Cities.” It’s hard, so I wont really try. All I’ll say is that indeed, last Thursday Lance and I found ourselves in Cannon Beach.

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On the way we passed rolling fields of delicious green, a forest that had been cut down, unexpected sunbreaks and then rain falling at odd angles, and finally, a sudden downpour when we pulled into town. Had a quiet beer and burger at a brewhouse on Main Street—actually, I had the fish and chips. Kids’ size. And the porter. Then scrambled over sea rocks in the sunshine and drew pictures in the sand.

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Nothing big, you know. But nice to be out of town on a quiet Thursday, with nothing planned exactly, just whittling time away and checking stuff out. That’s what life is, right? 

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