In short....

There was little wind, and deep blue skies that had not yet been bleached by summer.

The green throated hummingbirds had claimed the five mile hike through lush forest to Cape Lookout for their own, and one had to watch carefully to avoid stepping on the banana slugs. The whales made cameo appearances at the Cape Meares lighthouse, when the sun was high enough to turn the seawater translucent.

We stuffed our pockets with a king's ransom of agates and sand dollars, feeling like rich thieves as we climbed up over the dunes towards our temporary home.

I sat on hardpacked sand, entranced by the dazzle of gold light on the waves. It wasn't until evening when I realized the sun had left it's mark in blushing pink across the bridge of my nose. Apparently it was set on resurrecting the freckles of my childhood.

And at night, the moon gave just enough light to turn everything into unimaginable variances of midnight blue, broken only by the sparks of starlight trapped in an invisible fisher's net.

"A man tells so many stories, that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal." Big Fish