Race ya!

Trip Start Aug 29, 2009
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Trip End Sep 03, 2009


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Monday, August 31, 2009

We were all getting pretty hungry by now so planned to stop at the next town for lunch. By a stroke of luck this turned out to be at Cape Kiwanda, just at the beginning of Pacific City. As we pulled into the Pelican Pub parking lot we could see an expansive sandy beach and great long waves with little black surfer dudes balancing on top. As much as we wanted to head for the beach our stomachs were directing us into the restaurant. We were seated quickly but didn't care for the spot so moved to another table. It wasn’t great either so we asked to move again to the window where we could watch the beach activities. Now that our waitress was really annoyed with us, we tried to make it up to her by ordering quickly and being our charming and sweet selves. We all ordered the clam chowder (it was very creamy and delicious) and shared the appys. The asiago and artichoke dip was pretty good, the crab pizza was good, but the shark bites were barely edible and remained unfinished. Some diners were having beer shots, a tray of different varieties of mini beers to try with different dishes. I am coming back one day to have this!

After lunch we headed right for the beach. Although sunny, it was a little cool and breezy and we noticed that there weren’t too many people in the water other than a few surfers riding the waves. Most folks were heading for a humongous sand cliff that loomed over the beach area. It was fairly far off but we decided to give it a go. Mom passed on this action and volunteered to watch our "stuff" while we sisters headed to the giant sand pile. The race to the pile quickly slowed to a snails pace as we realized that the sand was deep and difficult to walk in. By the time we reached the cliffs we were breathing hard but no one was about to be the first to give up.  Up the hill we started, again at a run but soon collapsed into laughing as we sunk almost to our knees. It felt like exploring in the Sahara desert. Again we righted ourselves, this time taking things slow and steady, moving uphill inch by inch it seemed. Dawn was well ahead, those longer legs worked for her and she soon disappeared from sight over the rise. Margaret and I, not seeing any point to hurrying now, sat down for a bit and drank in the incredible vista in front of us.  The ocean stretched out forever it seemed and we could see beaches and coves and rock formations, even small towns for miles. Surfers below looked liked shiny black ants in the water and our mom was even smaller, recognizable only by the pile of our stuff she stood by.  We waited for a bit for Dawn to return from the other side of the hill, and then ran straight down the hill as we had seen many others do. It was quite exhilarating, certainly way more fun than the climb up!  We hurried back to where Mom was waiting, as we got closer we could see that she was really quite cold standing there so we headed back to the car right away and hit the road once more.
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