girls gone coastal

I sit here typing this with a glass of red wine. Fitting, really.  I’ve just returned from a long weekend at Heron Hollow with 5 other ladies. Organized by Danielle, we took over a house in Ocean Park, near Long Beach.  I knew 3 of them, had met one only  briefly, and never met the sixth. We arrived armed with plenty of wine and liquor, and proceeded to have a splendid time.

Some of you may suspect the truth, that I am an extroverted introvert.  Meeting new people is both exciting and terrifying to me all at once, and even being with people I know usually causes some anxiety. Wine and booze helps. I worry about saying too much or not enough. About not pulling my fair share. I am basically a neurotic mess.

But I do love the ocean.

It is calming and immense and wild all at the same time. We got a bit of sun and some crazy rain.

Ocean Park is a cute, little beach town, which is hard to find on the Washington Coast. It was settled in the late 19th century and has some very quaint old houses. It also has Jack’s Country Store.

Odds are, if you can’t find it here, you can’t find it anywhere.  They have food too (but oddly no seafood).

As if that weren’t good enough, this wee tiny town also has a YARN store!

I also scored a cool old book at the used book store that will be turned into something. But mainly, it was about things like this.

And eating. Dancing. Mr. Darcy. Lots and lots of knitting and reading. Wine. Silliness and general doing of nothing that was not decided on the spur of the moment.

Several of the girls are runners. As are most of my stitchers.  Maybe it’s time for me to revisit that idea. Wouldn’t that be something.

But for now, there is a little peace and scenes like these.