1. I think one of the waitresses at the Gearhart Junction Cafe "liked" me....especially when I had a small coughing fit and she said, "I'm not going to have to give you CPR, am I?" I didn't have a snappy comeback.
2. Driving west on Pacific in Gearhart, I discovered perfect access to the ocean, a sandy trail through dune grass to a huge expanse of beach. I thought I was playing in the British Open:
3. My sisters, other family members, and I went down to the Rockaway Beach beach, hoping for a glorious sunset. The sky flirted with us, but a full fledged sunset never developed.