As the Smith family gathered this Memorial Weekend by traveling to the Medford/Ashland area to join in celebrating daughter Margaretâ€™s wedding, we were given the chance to enjoy their treasured family beach cabin in Cannon Beach once again. It had been just over two years since we were here last, so we really looked forward to it. Of course we went. It was a holiday weekend, our dog Mac has never been to the Beach with us (Paul and Kristen had taken him once before, so we hadnâ€™t seen his behavior there). As it always seems, rain was forecast for Memorial Day in Western Oregon.
The cabin was in terrific shape, inviting and warm. We immediately took Mac to the beach where he could hardly contain himself. Retrieving sticks until WE were wet to the waist and numb, he was in complete ecstacy.
Arriving back at the cabin, he had to stand while he was toweled dry. He got to go to the beach twice a day while we were there.
Reading Augusten Burroughs, watching a movie, and enduring a real Scrabble Duel, we left CB completely rested and relaxed.
We finally ate at one of the old established restaurants in town that weâ€™d always avoided just because it really didnâ€™t seem so special. This time, someone recommended it so we had a fine meal. Halfway through a honkin big SUV pulled into the parking lot and left their three Golden Retrievers in the back with door up so passersby can say hi. That would be nice, eh? Have a dog who will just let anybody approach â€¦..hmâ€¦. Iâ€™m not so sure, but THESE dogs attracted fans all the while their masters enjoyed a lunch. Those three Goldens did fill the back of that car.
For the last few days, Mac has been barking at a grey weimeraner across the street and down a couple houses whose family would bring him out during the day to play and perform that dog abarrent behavior syndrome, “I keep the ball and you all chase me”. Mac barked inside our cabin from sheer jealousy seeing another dog having a good time while he remained trapped behind glass and wood.
Today, our last day, Mark and Mac took advantage of the full warm sunny afternoon by walking to the waves and water about 5:00 and he jumped, swam, retrieved, panted, whined for more, and had a thrilling time as long as he wanted. The stick was thrown into surf heavy water for over an hour and he seems to be in ecstasy when those waves break. He gets some admiring fans too when he runs and jumps for the stick if you donâ€™t throw it right away. So, finally heâ€™s tired and we begin the hike back up the beach to the cabin.
Right at the steps who do we meet but the three goldens and their human pets we’d seen at the restaurant. Now Mac had a nice romp and we had a fun chat. Nice folks. Then moving along as we turn the corner to get to the cabin, who do we meet but the grey weimeraner and owners where Mac and pal played keep away for a while and we chatted with these kids. This was one great afternoon for us both,
Rodger was able to finish the entire Sellevision Novel of Augusten burroughs today. A truly fabulous visit to the coast. As I type this, the sun is setting in back of Haystack Rock. What a vision.
On Monday night, the sunset was spectacular:
Weâ€™re now ready to go back home and face that Mark fears may have happened to some of our early garden plants with all the cool wet weather. Heâ€™s hoping the hot pepper plants have not rottetd or been eaten. News later.
Tuesday morning, Mac got yet one more chance at the surfe with Rodger. Once again, here’s how he usually looks just after getting the stick out of the surf:
Yes, another fantastic time until something happened that both of them completely disagreed about an ocean visitor after Mac was about finished. Mac claims that he kept seeing a huge Whale surface. Either that or the Creature from the Black Lagoon kept scaring the living daylights out of him. Once he saw this, Rodger could hardly get him back in the water, seriously! Rodger’s vision may have been better since he’s taller, but HE said that there a couple of surfers that Mac finally got close enough to that he SAW them and panicked…..scared the swim right out of him. How about that? IF another DOG comes along anytime Mac is on a trail, park, etc., they might play tugaway or “chase me”, but IN the water, no DOG can have that stick without a fight. He is a different and VERY strong minded boy in the water to do what he was bred to do. So seeing the sea-monster reaction was a real surprise.
By the way, the tides were SO extreme, that when they were low, the water was out past the first needle (a verticle rock shown below)………It was quite spectacular to visit the needles, seeing all the bird life beginning to nest, the corals, starfish, etc:
After arriving at home, the little dog finally gave up on requests to run and fetch:
I believe if I were still 23, I don’t think I would be able to find a better word for this weekend than perfectly lovely.