Every June I leave New Mexico ….
and I go to Oregon…
I make this annual journey from the parched mesas of the Southwest to the crashing waves of the Pacific Northwest in order to sleep.
My annual pilgrimage to seaside slumber began about six years ago as an escape. It was the second or third year in a row when June mornings in New Mexico brought black flakes of charred forests in the dry wind, and a daily grey dusting of ash. Even the wasps were thirsty, as they hovered at the edge of the quickly evaporating water that I bucketed into the metal fire pit, now a makeshift emergency birdbath.
About 90 minutes after the Ute Park fire was first reported on May 31, 2018. I took this photo of the smoke bloom from near Ojo Caliente, as I looked back toward Taos. At this point I didn’t yet know the location of the fire…
Nights were sleepless, as I worried about fire, which, were one to strike in my neighborhood of dense pinon and juniper with no guaranteed escape route, would be nothing short of biblical. Two dusty miles down a winding dirt road walled in with trees. It made me sick to my stomach to imagine
What if there’s a lightening strike?
What if a some witless person pulls off the road and parks in tall dry grass, their hot engine igniting a grass fire?
What if some idiot tosses a cigarette butt?
What if a tree falls across the only road out?
I dreaded going into town and leaving my pup at home.
What if there’s a fire while I’m gone?
But it was just too deathly hot to leave her in the car while I ran errands.
I kept evacuation gear — a change of clothes, important files, most precious keepsakes — in my car.
I did this during every drought year living out there on the ‘ridge, and also all those years I lived in Taos Canyon.
Finally with the Las Conchas Fire raining down ash for days, I had had it.
“I’m getting the Hell out of New Mexico next year” I proclaimed to My Man. Luckily for me, he decided he would, too.
And so for 5 out of the past 6 Junes we’ve headed north by northwest — though, alas, without Cary Grant — and without even my Pup. No, instead we have boarded her, at a cool place in ABQ where they take great care of her and she has lots of friends.
Until this year.
This year we drove 3000 miles with The Pup.
Why?
Because she’s getting old.
And because I wanted to see her run on a beach at least once in her life.
Last October when she and I drove to New England, I had the same plan to take her to the beach, only I’d do so in New Hampshire. The Live Free or Die state doesn’t have much coastline, but it has 18 more miles of coastline than New Mexico does. New Hampshire’s beaches are beautiful, and they’re actually the beaches I grew up on. Despite being raised in New Jersey, our family never went “down the shore” like most people who populate the Garden State. Rather, we went to New Hampshire and Maine.
So just imagine my heartbreak when my pup and I arrived at the Atlantic Ocean only to find NO DOGS ALLOWED. I think we both cried.
When we finally did find a beach that allowed dogs, it was high tide, and the waves were crashing against the rocky and treacherous shore, crushing us with disappointment.
Gazing with longing at that long stretch of sandy beach….but….NO DOGS ALLOWED on the New Hampshire beaches that we visited.
But Oregon?
When the Oregon legislature passed the brilliant Oregon Beach Bill in 1967 that “established public ownership of land along the Oregon Coast from the water up to sixteen vertical feet above the low tide mark” I’m pretty sure they had dogs in mind among those “public owners.”
So two weeks ago — three days and 1500 miles after leaving achingly smoky New Mexico — we brought my beautiful old desert rat of a sweet girl down to the beach.
And she ran…
and ran…
and ran…
and ran …
Unfortunately I didn’t get my phone out in time, but look above Wilson and you’ll see ever so faintly the spread wings of a bald eagle flying off into the fog, after SOMEONE rudely interrupted his beachside breakfast.
And she kept on running…
And then, in that cool, wet, lusciously soporific Pacific ocean air… she — and we —slept….
Thank you, Oregon.
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Photo above of Wilson & me by ace photographer Joe T.R. Beman.
Thank you for sharing your journey and awesome pics! Miss you friend, and happy to see rainfall in the southwest.
Peace & Love,
Sheba Sisters Forever!
Thanks so much, Sheba Lisa! So jazzed to see you here — thanks for reading & commenting! xoxo
Oregon has a peaceful beauty about it that makes one appreciate our time with her. I can’t believe that I landed here, but in reverse of your experience I find my nights of peace anytime I have the chance to visit the land of enchantment.
Although I wouldn’t trade living in the Land of Enchantment, whenever I visit Oregon, I think to myself, “I could live here….”
Thanks for reading & sharing, DH! 🙂
Nice! I made my first trip to the OR coast last week. Magical. If you guys pass through Susanville on the way back I’d love to meet you and buy you a meal.
How very generous of you, Scott! Seeing as we’re now back in NM, we’ll have to take you up on that gracious offer another time! Thanks so much for finding me here and commenting! Cheers!
I. Love. This.
XOXO
🙂 Thanks ~ I’m so glad you do!
aaahhhh! I can feel that ocean air. Have only been to Pacific NW once, and I loved it. Good decision! It’s a nasty fire season. Looks like the Pup enjoyed her beach run.
It’s a pretty special place! Could use a whole lot more of that ocean air right now, as New Mexico is gripped in a heatwave. Glad I no longer live in a pinon forest!
Some years ago, I made regular visits to the Bay area, near Palo Alto, to visit a dear friend. On the bayside , summer days could still get uncomfortably hot, but in the evenings, when the fog banks moved in to the hills between bay and ocean, we got nice ocean breezes.
One of our favorite things to do was to drive up into those hills, follow empty, twisty, narrow roads through the redwoods (multiple routes). If you stop the car and get out, you can hear the mist dripping from the heights. Then down to the ocean.
Bonus: fresh artichoke bread from Norm’s Market/ Arcangeli Bakery in Pescadero. YUM.
My friend is gone, but I take a day to do a memorial redwood & ocean drive whenever I am in the area. My friend’s spirit lingers there. I love the Pacific Coast.
8 fires burning in Utah now. And I see there are new fires in NM. I am grateful for the brave souls who battle them.
Hope the heat wave breaks soon!
I am looking forward to fall. 🙂
Such beautiful, heartfelt memories, Deb… Thanks so much for sharing them. You conjure the experience of the west coast beautifully…
Our heatwave broke yesterday, with a gorgeous 30 minute heavy shower. Clouds most of the day today, with (hopefully) more moisture on its way…
And YES! — Autumn in the west is grand — maybe my favorite season of all out here!
Thanks so much for reading & sharing… 🙂
Rain! How nice! Always welcome in the arid west. We got a short bit of rain early this week, but remain in the grip of triple digits.
I could look at these pictures every day and twice on Sundays. Gorgeous. I can feel the ocean air.
Glad y’all got such a nice break.
The People’s Coast is a special stretch of land. I rode my bike along it for 6 days, months after my Mom died, as part of an Arthritis Foundation fundraiser. It will always hold a dear place in my heart. ❤️
Special, indeed… I hadn’t heard it referred to as “The People’s Coast” before, but I love that. Only it should be called “The People’s & Pup’s Coast” now! 😉
Your experience riding it after your mother died reminds me of how I did a triathlon a couple of months after my mother died… xo
The marine layer is an intoxicating sleep inducer! Great article!
Hadn’t heard of “the marine layer” before, but you are exactly right! When you add up all our sleep time (including numerous daily naps) we slept HALF THE DAY each day! Crazy! but clearly our bodies and minds and spirits needed it, and we were grateful for it!
Thanks for reading! 🙂