The winds are howling, but we're snug and warm by the wood stove after a long, albeit wet, hike to a hidden cove within Oswald West State Park. A pot of my love's potato soup, along with some crusty bread we picked up at Mother Nature's Natural Foods a few minutes down the road in Manzanita, chase away the memory of the chill. The glass of red wine doesn't hurt either.
We turned the iPod to Ray LaMontagne, and let his plaintive tunes marry with the sound of the rain coming down on the roof and muffled ocean's roar. A perfect symphony for the soul.
How does the Cove Beach do this to me every time? So protective. So nurturing.
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