In another poem I’ll try to convey this weird feeling I have that a pretty decent vacation isn’t going that well. This moodiness infects me on quite a few vacations, and I joyfully welcome all the times I just seem to go with the flow and have a great time, despite inevitable setbacks. It seems enjoying yourself takes precedent to enjoying the vacation. Today, I’m just trying to capture today.
Another paradisiacal day
surrounded by memories,
good, bad, indifferent.
golf, tantalizing money suck;
couldn't do it now anyway.
constant gray weather
wearing her down,
then wearing me down.
whales! no, just rocks.
but birds: familiar,
strange, tiny, grand.
trip's end trips up more
often than not. "What
do you want to do?"
"I dunno. What do you?"
Bumper-to-bumper others
live out their dream while
we duck into breweries.
No dinner plans almost
equals no dinner. "What
should we do tomorrow?"
46/100
all the voices in my head 
This makes me think of a vacation my husband I took to Seattle. On the third day we could NOT make a decision about dinner, and walked for miles until we finally wandered into a pub and drank ourselves silly. Sometimes making choices on vacation feels cruel to me. Like you want me to still be an adult on this trip? I don’t wanna.
It was a good, decent trip, but there was always something. I dislike Lincoln City and the bumper to bumper traffic just reinforced that. Thankfully Pelican Brewing saved the day
You were right by my dad! He lives in Depoe Bay. ❤️❤️❤️
The photo of the eagle about 2 weeks ago was at Depoe Bay.
Nice! Is that where you went whale watching? I’ve done that exact one if you did, out of the smallest little bay.
No, we watched some whales at the Yaquina Head Lighthouse (where I got the whale tail photo) and from the bluff at Devil’s Punchbowl.