dispatches from oregon coast
The coast was draped in fog for the most part of our trip. Every now and then we saw pockets of sunshine, a glimpse of the Pacific and its rugged cliffs. It was breathtaking.
Sunday morning we stopped by a farmer's market in a small coastal town. An old lady was playing her guitar and singing for the crowd. Across from her were sisters selling organic soaps and candles. When she started singing Moon River, one of the sisters said, "it would've been our father's birthday today and this was his favorite song."
Two drifters, off to see the world,
There's such a lot of world, to see.
Indeed if I had to pick a favorite moment from our trip, it would probably be that one. The pine scented morning air, eating freshly made quesadilla on a market bench, watching locals go by, taking it all in. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. But I guess this is what makes travel so special. Not just the sights or the photos that you take, but those little moments that catch you unaware with the wonder of it all.
P.S. I think Oregon has the tastiest berries.