A Manzanita Sunset
I spent my New Year's Eve laughing and being merry with some of my favorite humans and for this, I am incredibly grateful. The next morning, I woke up on their couch at 7am and made my way home beneath the rising sun. The sky was bright and beautiful, rich with shades of red and orange and it felt symbolic of something. It felt as if the Universe were reassuring me that everything is going to be okay. The last year was incredibly tough for me, but through the hardship, I grew as a person in ways I didn't even think were possible. But during that quiet drive across the Willamette River to my own abode, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming optimism for the months ahead. Four turbulent, yet oddly magical weeks have passed and still I remain hopeful.
I couldn't think of a better way to spend the first day of the new year than at the Oregon Coast. After all, it is one of my favorite places in the world. I decided to mosey on over to Cape Meares and explore for a bit. One of my favorite roads to travel in that area is Bayocean Road, which is the road you use to travel from the small, sleepy city of Tillamook to Cape Meares. It takes you along the Tillamook Bay to the outermost edge of the Oregon Coast. If I'm in the Tillamook area, you can bet I'm going to head out that way, even if just to drive along that particular road. There's also a 7 mile hike around the Cape Meares peninsula that's rumored to be pretty fantastic, which is why it's on my list of hikes to complete this year.
Cape Meares was beautiful, as always, but Manzanita really stole the show. After spending a couple of hours at the cape, I meandered on up Highway 101 and decided it was a good day to visit a place I've never been before. I've driven past Manzanita probably a thousand times during past adventures to the coast, but I've never actually been there. It certainly didn't disappoint. I arrived just as golden hour was at its peak. The light from the setting sun was potent, and I think there's something so magical about the way the sun rays can make a place look so different. (That's probably why people call it magic hour.)
After some aimless wandering along the beach, I found a piece of driftwood and I sat quietly. I watched as the sky transformed from bright gold to cool blue and in those quiet moments, I felt incredibly certain of something. A month has passed since this day at the beach and that feeling has yet to waver. Good things are coming. I can feel it.