The Columbia River Gorge, looking east.
After a three day drive, we arrived in Seaside, Oregon. The drive was safe with only one event. The remains of a truck tire was "thrown" up against the car giving everyone a heart rushing moment.
Just east of Portland, in the Columbia River Gorge, between the small towns of The Dallas and Hood River, is the small community of Mosier, Oregon. My great-grandparents lived in Mosier. I still have relatives there. While in high school, I would spend my summers working on the farm in Mosier, picking cherries. We took a side trip and to my surprise, the Evans Brothers were offering and area for "u-pick cherries". It gave me an excellent opportunity to show my son, Michael, how I spent my summer when I was his age. We picked four pounds of cherries.
I arose early this morning for my walk. This morning, rather than walking on the dirt road in front of the Sunshine school house, it was on the Oregon beach. I do truly miss Milo.
Some things in life never change. While on my morning walk I passed a very young child with her mother. She must have been about one year old as she was just learning how to walk. I passed several couples, most of them holding hands. There is one couple that sticks in my mind. They must have been in their eighties; he with a gray beard, she was small in stature, gray hair wrapped in a scarf. It does my heart good to see a couple like that walking hand in hand, like young lovers, on the beach. On my return trip, others were preparing for their morning on the beach. Groups of teen-age girls all giggled as they carried their beach towels past me. The teen-boys were not far behind, being loud and obnoxious, hoping the girls would notice them.
I walked looking at the surf, listening to the waves hitting the beach, creating a gentle roar. I noticed many, many sand-dollars, all broken into small white pieces. I started to think (no, it didn't hurt) that for as many years as I have walked the sands of the Oregon Coast beaches, I had never found a complete sand-dollar. And then, there it was...a complete sand-dollar. I found a quiet joy, a sense of minor accomplishment, an inner peace. If only Milo had been with me to enjoy the moment.
Thanks to Kate for making me an editor's pick. I consider it a true honor that she would read my journal, let alone recommend it to others.