
We returned through McMinnville where we had checked out of the hotel that morning and, after stopping for a bite to eat, headed to the coast then up toward Cannon Beach.
It was after suppertime that we were driving along still with no place to stay. The worrywart side of me thought, "Are you crazy?! It's July. In Cannon Beach! What are you thinking?" But mostly I was enjoying the drive and was strangely unworried. It just felt like everything would be okay.
As we were talking about how we felt like we didn't need to revisit so many places that we used to like, I said, "With things being so backward, wouldn't it be funny if Cannon Beach wound up being the highlight of the trip?" That may sound odd since so many people love Cannon Beach, but something about it always left me a bit cold. Not the beach itself, which is spectacular, but the rest of it.
Well, this change of opinion was about to happen.