gilded helmets along the gold coast

We continued our drive north along the spectacular California coast, before we arrived in what would soon become everyone's favorite state* of Oregon.  (*At least until we got to Washington!)

We had initially planned to cut across from Humboldt to Mt. Shasta in California, before driving north through the central part of Oregon, past Klamath Falls.  But when we heard that our amazing niece, Jessie, a brilliant wildlife biologist, was working at Gold Beach, we stuck to the coastal route.

The Gold Coast of Oregon is breathtakingly beautiful.  Soon after crossing the state line, we made a pit stop at Meyers Creek Beach to take in the sights, stretch our legs, and let Ollie run around.

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It may not appear that steep, but this trail was a bit treacherous to climb over in order to access the beach.  There was probably a better, safer way down - but the kids hopped out of the car and just took off running in the direction of the sand and water.  

 Must. Get. To. Beach.

Must. Run. Around.

Must Climb Rocks.

 

Must. Splash. in the. Surf.

 

What was supposed to be a quick 10-minute stop wound up being more than 120-minutes.  Around this point, we were realizing that the most awesome thing about this meandering trip, was also the hardest part about this trip.  

So many of these unplanned stops turned out to be such a gift of unexpected splendor, we easily could have stayed for several days.  Alas, all we could do was drop a pin - make a mental note - and promise ourselves that we'll be back to visit, again. 

 

So we continued our trek north, where we enjoyed a fun dinner with Jessie aboard Quarantinny and learned all about her current assignment with the National Forestry Service.

We also squeezed in a few more runs with Elizabeth, along the coast.

This section of coast was called - of all things - Driftwood Beach.

Elizabeth's motivation to get out and run every day was really inspiring.  Although I would accompany her on my bike for most of the rides, if I wasn't able to go - William would always step up.  

One of my best memories of this trip is how William in his rapid ascension of vertical growth, surpassed his father in height - and stepped in to the role of Big Brother.  Virtually overnight, I think it can be traced back to while we were in Oregon... he became extremely protective of his sisters (and me) and is living up to the origins of his name as a defended protector. 

 

Rugged men of the northwest, indeed!