After nearly four months of continual care and supervision of things for my dear, little mother, my sweetheart and I were able to get away for a few days at the Oregon Coast. When the weatherman forecast winter storms we knew exactly where we wanted to go. We wanted to stay in a quaint little vintage motel cottage high on the bluff above the beach so we could watch the storms. And we weren’t disappointed. The day we arrived was nice. We were able to enjoy a bit of sun on the beach when we first arrived.
Things began to change a bit as time went by. We enjoyed lunch at a favorite place and then we checked into our little cottage by the sea. These motel cottages were built in the nineteen fifties and, although they’ve been updated a bit, the charm of that era is still obvious. This view from the living room window was why we chose to spend our days away here.
Beautiful knotty pine covered the walls of the living room, kitchen and dining area.
I noticed a little door on the wall between the living room and dining area. Being the curious person I am, I had to open it to find out what was inside.
I carefully opened it and found an ironing board. Imagine ironing while you listen to the waves not far below!
The cottage had a nice-sized kitchen with nearly everything we needed to fix whatever we wanted to eat. The cabinets fit the vintage style of the cottage.The kitchen includes a dining area beside a big bay window. Another great view!
The bathroom still had features from the era when the motel cottages were built – soft green tiles on the walls…
And a shower with a pink tile floor and glass block walls.
A storm began to roll in. The waves grew bigger and the skies got darker.
It wasn’t long before the wind blew hard and the rain poured down – but we were safe and snug beside a warm fire.
My sweetheart and I didn’t go to the beach alone – Joey went with us. At first he was quite intrigued by the new place but he wasn’t too sure what was happening when the storm winds began to blow. Then he saw me put his favorite soft throw on the sofa and he knew that’s where he wanted to spend most of his time.
Most of the time he seemed completely unaware of the incredible view outside. Raindrops on the window didn’t seem to bother him and it wasn’t long before he was settled in for a long winter storm nap.
The rains beat hard against the windows and the wind howled down the chimney all through our second night there. At times I wondered if we would float right off the bluff and head out to sea! The storm relented a bit the next morning and we enjoyed the view while we ate breakfast.
Then, just before we left the cottage to go to lunch and head home, the skies brightened a bit. It was a good last memory of time spent away from home - a sweet retreat - in a quaint, little cottage by the sea.