a change of plans

The forecast read, "64 degrees," so we headed out towards the coast. I still have to pinch myself that we can do that. We meant to hike a decent little climb to get a view of the Pacific, but we weren't 100% sure where the trail head was. (The Sinns are nothing if not laid-back & spontaneous. Rollin' with it is what they do best.)

We wound around on some back roads, driving by a big ol' herd of nonchalant elk. (Again, pinch me!)

We finally decided after much discussion & watching the daylight fade, that we would skip the hike, wherever it was, & just enjoy the dead end we'd discovered. 

(Also, don't you love how the fond the Sinn men are of children? Fiona is so blessed...even if they like to tease her a little now & then. Already.)

Sunshine. a pebbled cove with small waterfalls from the winter-saturated hills gurgling down to meet the water. The smell of the PNW. (If they could bottle that scent...) A rippled sandy spit. A little cabin guarding a horde of canoes. The sound of children laughing & exploring. Hikes? Who needs 'em?! 

We savored the sun like prisoners finally freed. We watched the sun set over the Pacific. Nobody minded that we'd set out to find a hike & found a peaceful cove instead. Life lessons, right there. One I need to remember when my carefully laid plans get sabotaged. It will be alright. And maybe more than alright. 

Maybe you'll find a serene little piece of beauty when you were really looking for some strenuous, sweaty hard work. :)

*we do plan to come back here someday & do the hike. I'll try & do a post about it then.