Today, we took a spin around town ✅, did some beach driving ✅, and drove out of our way to poke a hole my Grand Plans ✅
First, we were driving through the upper end of Ocean Park - both of us remembering when the upscale neighborhood was nothing but sand dunes and beach grass 😎 Holland has done construction work 💪 on most of the houses that have long since covered a vast area of sand dunes … and any beach grass seen at all, now, only lines the ocean beachfronts, creating stable sandy berms to hold the high tides back when they roll in. 95% of the beach homes this end of the Peninsula are owned by california transplants: Holland and I strongly disagree on their presence here; Holland is viewing the situation from a purely financial angle … I am viewing it from a freedoms lost angle. A.n.y.w.h.e.r.e. in WA State that california transplants have staked their claim - the immediate area is fouled by their political lunacy - it started in 1972, and has only gotten worse as the political nonsense has gotten worse. Freedoms have been erased, and liberal agendas have been installed by City Hall infiltrations, "for the betterment of the ecosystem."
WA State is becoming CA2
Sometimes, in disagreements like this, I can't believe Elohim paired me with a california-born husband 🙄 - who, despite his denials, is more liberal-minded than he likes to think he is. But, I do love him. And he is, who he is.
The WA State Long Beach Peninsula is the only beach along the entire Pacific Coast, where we can still enjoy a beach drive … and that is slowly being phased out by ridiculous and unnecessary beach rules designed to eventually end highway vehicle on the beachfront. It won't be long before the only beaches available to enjoy are those on Indian Reservation lands; and those will only be accessible to Indians and a few coveted permit holders.
The Church steeple caught my eye, so Holland pulled over and I snapped off a picture of it; later on at home, doing research on it, I liked what I read - so, I may visit it off and on, while we are here 😊
This is not a Messianic Fellowship … but the beliefs are the same. I think I will find weekly shalom here, & my spirit needs the spiritual connection 😇💞
Secondly, we drove about 5 miles down the beach - just enjoying the day and watching calm diggers. The beach down by the surf was looking like a prairie dog field; with holes everywhere and piles of turned up sand littering the beach.
The incoming surf will quickly even the beachscape terrain … and the clam diggers will enjoy good eats, tonight.
Lastly, Holland gamely drove me out to Oysterville 👩❤️💋👨
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I like the little beachy community of Oysterville - the vintage houses are really cool, the vintage Church is awesomely cute, and except for the modern dressed people with modern vehicles parked in their turn-of-the-Century driveways … it's like stepping back in time to let your senses enjoy a time warp experience.
I like to walk.
I thought I'd like to plan a walking route from where Independence sits, to where Oysterville lies 👉
That's a pretty Grand Plan 🤔
It sounded like a wonderful day, out and about 😊
So, I asked Holland if we could drive that way and clock the distance.
We could … so, we did.
5 miles to- ; & 5 miles back.
No side shoulders to walk.
Narrow street coming and going.
Holland's cheek muscle was ticking the further we got down the road Betsy's tires were eating up. With each passing no-shoulder mile, I was hearing, "I don't know about this Baby - you could easily be hit by a car."
He was right: that was a valid possibility.
His thoughts would not allow him an easy minute, that I was out of the house, and walking on this road.
My lofty Grand Plan was quickly being brought down to Earth: there was no way I could hike the walk I had envisioned 😟
So, to carry forward with my walking agenda - and to give my husband peace about it ❤️ … I asked him if he would mind driving around the little community: so I could show him why it always pulled me that direction - and I could point out to him where I could park Betsy's bulk to keep her safe from being sideswiped, while I did my walk around gawking and snapping pictures.
He agreed it would be a pretty place for me to enjoy a leisurely walkabout 😉
A couple of the houses are up for sale - we saw a Realtor pounding a 'For Sale' sign into the ground in front of one of the vintage homes. Like most of the beach property here, some californian with deep pockets will probably snap it up without a second thought. calimexarabia liberalism is alive, and thriving, in this portion of WA State 😡😔😢
The Oysterville Church is located on Territory Road in the south central part of the Oysterville Historic District. It was gifted to the Baptist community by Robert Espy, and was rededicated as a nondenominational church in the 1980s.
The church is a small gable-roofed building with an L-shaped plan. The Carpenter Gothic structure features a decorative steeple and main entrance set into the inside corner. As with thousands of churches in small communities throughout the United States, it may have been designed following plans and specifications published in Benjamin D. Price and Max Charles Price’s pattern books for churches—widely available through the mail in the nineteenth century. The church features both shiplap and shingle siding and the first floor is marked by gablets and a band of butt shingles. At one point the belfry was enclosed for weather protection, but this was later removed.
Today, I just took a picture of the exterior - I've been inside many times, and I've described it to Holland several times. So, we just did a drive by, this afternoon.
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Oysterville is just a short drive from Ocean Park; I could do the whole thing in about 2 hours. A 16 minute drive in totality, if traffic was agreeable. An hour and a half of sight-seeing, picture taking, and occasional visiting over white picket fences with the houses' owners 👌
I definitely plan to do this before we pull stakes here in July.
But, I agreed to keep my walking closer to home 🤝, so my husband wouldn't be unduly worried about me 💕
It is good to be loved, and we do love each other.
Bending is a grounding part of Love.
Love is a good thing.
Your post brought back so many memories, we lived in Ocean Park for three years when first retired! Oysterville is so beautiful. Pity about the changes, I guess I don't mind we did not stay...but the rainfall, often 10 feet (yes 10 feet!) sent us packing, my husband could not take the gray skies anymore.
ReplyDeleteOh yes … it r.a.i.n.s. in WA - especially in the rainforest regions 😉
DeleteI've lived in WA since the summer of 1965; Holland off & on most of his life, too. We live a Road Gypsy retirement life now, but do come back to Ocean Park for a few months each summer before leaving for warmer climates when Fall makes a showing 😊
Thanks for stopping by with a "Hi!" - have a funtastic week, ahead!
How's your breathing there Val? Any better as you travel north? That sounds like a fantastic charming town. Virtually walking with you 😜
ReplyDeleteThanks bunches for sharing with Sweet Tea & Friends this month dear friend.
Our breathing is not much better here - in fact, for me, it is worse due to the heavy humidity. But, life is what it is … at least, there is no duststorms here to contend with.
DeleteI'm glad you enjoyed the virtual walk with us 😘