Saturday, 12 December 2015
Our Kathleen and I had an afternoon out, beginning with lunch at the Kabob Cottage. The wind was almost of blow-you-over intensity so I did not get an exterior photo.
Kathleen and I then attended the holiday open house at the Boreas Inn. By attended, I mean we sat by one of the cozy fireplaces, ate some cookies, drank some hot cider, and relaxed.
I did go from window to window to look out upon the gardens we used to care for. This is one of the jobs I passed on to Dave and Melissa of Sea Star Gardening, and Susie praised them highly today for hard work, garden knowledge, honesty, and said they just give her a “good feeling” with their work. (Dave and Mel couldn’t make it to the open house because this weekend they were committed to working on that Oysterville garden that I like so much.)
Kathleen had tucked herself in by the center fireplace in the room without a view, probably because it felt cozier than the west room with the big windows.
I was especially taken with some tiny teacup ornaments and should have photographed them for myself.
The B&B bustled with many guests. Because of the storm, Susie had expected few and had thought she and Bill would spending the afternoon reading by the fire, so to have so many guests arrive was a welcome surprise.
If your dream happens to be owning a B&B at the beach with a big separate house of your own quarters, you might be interested to know that the Boreas Inn is for sale.
Kathleen expressed a desire to do a bit of Christmas shopping at the Don Nisbett Art Gallery.
This necessitated a stop at the Saturday Christmas Market during its last five minutes of the day…
At home, I reviewed yesterday’s gardening accomplishments that had been finished as darkness fell:
Back at the Boreas Inn, Susie took this sunset photo:
Allan was out and about taking photos of the high tide and the results of our recent storms. You may recall that the Coast Guard closed all ocean entrances yesterday. From the amount of debris at the Port of Ilwaco, you can see why. So much flooding has taken place upstream that the Columbia River itself, we hear, has turned brown with sediment and is awash with debris.
You can see from this satellite view how we relate to the mighty Columbia River, explaining why so much debris has washed into our little bay:
Even so, it is surprising considering the narrow entryway:
Allan walked out onto the docks this afternoon to get some more photos as boats continue to prepare for the delayed crab season. The delay must be so frustrating for the crabbers as this season is a huge source of income for them.
Allan decided to drive to the beach, and on the way he passed our old house and stopped to get me a photo of the garden shed.
I thought, Oh, Jon painted over the quotation that I had on the front of the shed. The next photo revealed that he had carefully saved that part of the building, during a repair, and moved it to the side of the shed. I felt deeply moved that he liked it enough to save it.
“This used to be among my prayers, a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden, and near the house a spring of ever flowing water, and beyond these a bit of woods.” -Homer
Oh dearie me, I was hit with a great wave of missing the ever-flowing spring of water that fed a little pond on that piece of property.
Ok, as I write this…getting a grip on my emotions.. and returning to Allan’s day, as he next went to Waikiki Beach at Cape Disappointment.
The drama of the waves was nothing like yesterday.
Today, the scene was comparatively sedate:
A park ranger told Allan that during the height of the storm surge, rangers had to move photographers away from the viewpoint because logs were rolling in fast and dangerous.
While grocery shopping at the end of his excursion, Allan saw a beautiful sunset in Seaview.
On the way home, he stopped at Ocean Beach Hospital to look at this year’s wreath auction.
Tomorrow, we have an author’s reading to attend at Time Enough Books; perhaps we can also mulch at the library? And perhaps, just perhaps, a few days of reading can commence on Monday before the next round of holiday treats.