Because of my frequent visits to Oregon I am finally packing to accommodate the weather pattern that averages 81 inches of rain a year.
My rain jacket, gloves and saltwater duck boots have me out and about in comfort, and I’m very close to tossing the umbrella away and carrying on like a local.
The scenery of the rocky shoreline is quite spectacular. There is a four mile area of sandy beach for seashell hunting or a glimpse of wildlife. With a keen eye you may spot a whale, bald eagle, seal or crabs to name just a few. The ocean temperature ranges from 55º-64’º at its warmest in the month of August.
You most likely will find that a little “nippy”.
The shoreline offers rock formations with a backdrop of gray fog . The most prominent being Haystack Rock, the smaller ones are referred to as “the Needles”
The community is friendly for tourists offering:
A good selection of restaurants
Specialty stores (candy, olive oil, sporting goods, coffee shops)
Resort style rental accommodations with ocean front views are available throughout the town. Seasonal rates apply, but if you’re flexible you can grab a great deal in the winter, and the scenery will still be there.
The community offers a feel of “seaside living”, with cedar shake siding homes. I found it quaint and welcoming for a year round destination.
From Portland the drive is less than 2 hours and it is 4.5 hours south of Seattle Washington. Travel US 26 or Hwy 101 and take in the views of the forest, ocean, waterfalls and more.
Trying to shop for the perfect gift at Christmas for my husband is more difficult for me than the “Secret Santa” game. This year since we are now “empty nesters” I decided to get really extravagant. Since he does not care for caviar, Brazilian coffee or gourmet cheese from southern Italy it took some thought. Easy enough, I shopped at local homemade soap boutique and splurged on a $60.00 per pound bar of Lemongrass scented soap that weighed in at 1/4 pound ($15.00) I carried on and filled the gift bag with cotton candy bath bombs, eucalyptus foot cream, spearmint lip balm, and still had change left over from my $100 budget..
I tried my best and failed at extravagance, but I bet I have the best smelling husband at the New Years Eve celebration….Happy New Year y’all from Savannah, Georgia USA🎉
It’s not unusual to hear travelers passing through South Carolina and Georgia comment on the outdoor smell. Some make a quick assumption that it is industry when in fact it is from a very natural resource the salt marsh. Natural wildlife inhabited areas are open to walk through on trails and you will have a “spa like” feeling after a short period of time from the quiet peaceful environment. So hop off the I95 when your nose starts to itch in the low country and pamper yourself to a free retreat.
Until I drove the rural roads in Georgia I never really thought that much about cotton. The first time I saw it, I thought it looked like snow. I posted a photo on my Facebook page and northern friends thought it was snow. It is planted in rows, and blooms as a fiber with […]
I have a snow story to share with all of you. I moved away from my home in Buffalo, New York many years ago. My Mom and Dad would visit me in Savannah Georgia in the winter and I would visit them in New York during the summer, all of us chasing after the perfect 70 degree weather.
I changed the routine up a bit one February when my Dad called and asked to speak with my youngest son. This was not out of the ordinary for him to call during football season since they always talked about their favorite team “The Buffalo Bills”, but the season was over.
My curiosity over this Sunday night called came to an end when my youngest
son looked over to me and said ” Grandpa wants us to come up this week because they have a lot of snow”. I jumped into the conversation and my Dad said ” the kids have to get to know snow”.
Two days later along with my two sons I was on a windy cold flight to Buffalo. The landing was so turbulent the passengers applauded the flight crew when we parked at the gate of the terminal.
My Dad was in his usual waiting area with hands full of coats, scarves, gloves and boots that my sisters gathered up for all of us to wear.
Dad and the boys had a great week sledding, ice fishing, skating and fun things kids do in the snow. I stayed inside with my feet on the floor registers trying to stay warm.
My Dad passed away soon after this visit but I’ve never really felt like he left us because there are so many memories like this one.
When I see snow photos I can’t help to think that even when the snow melts the “snow prints” will leave big impressions.
Happy Thanksgiving friends……eat more than one piece of pie