Who knew? I’ve lived around here for nearly 28 years and I’d never heard of it.  It’s a magical place.  Elizabeth found it and we stayed in a tiny cottage with three dogs and everything we needed.  

I told Elizabeth, the inside of this tiny cottage, c. 1939, reminded me so much of the tiny house I first remember living in in 1949.  

Outside my bedroom window:

Rhododendrons were blooming everywhere. 

Every place you looked was something magical.

Short walk to the beach:

Or you could drive right down:

Amazingly, we had bright blue skies every day. Sunsets were amazing.

Juno, the Alaskan Malamute, loved the cold water.

Sweet Gypsy is a Maui girl and had to warm up.

Of course, good food played a part. I brought Italian meatball soup, crusty bread from Trader Joe’s, and cake from Konditorei.

Apparently, the north end of the peninsula is the “Oyster Capital of the World.”  I can believe that from this pile of shells:

Had to enjoy some as well as some clam chowder.

Leaving was made easier by our decision to come back and perhaps try out every cottage there.  I kept that in mind as I drove back into Oregon across the Astoria-Megler  Bridge and into rain, rain, and more rain.

Of course, the rainy Oregon Coast is magical in its own way too. In fact, I think if you just look carefully, you will find magic wherever you look.