Point of the Arches
This was the breathtaking moment when Adam and I were just arriving at Point of the Arches and the fog started to clear, revealing the labyrinth of sea stacks scattered along the coast. I was fascinated by the frost on the driftwood, you would have sworn it had snowed here! It was a thick layer of hoar frost-like crystalline that had compacted into crunchy ice you could walk on. This was a period of very, very cold temperatures across the Pacific Northwest. Just inland from the coast here, the mercury had plunged into the twenties that evening. It was noticeably milder along the ocean, though our noses were cold. I had no problem staying warm because I carried Adam on my shoulders for the first couple miles.
When we had first arrived at the beach after walking a couple miles in the woods (and through the quite infamous sloppy mud) it was completely socked in by fog. I wasn’t worried in the least, I could tell it would burn off. There’s extraordinary beauty to be found in the fog and mist this part of the coast is well-known for, but I was hoping really hard that we could be at Point of Arches during a clearing. This is a view north looking back from where we’ve walked from and just before we arrived at Point of the Arches. That is thick, thick fog- it was like walking out of an industrial refrigerator when we came into the sun.
Adam’s piano teacher had a stomach ache today, so no lessons this afternoon. It worked out very nicely for me, I was able to let Oliver Fern sleep long for his afternoon nap. Wednesdays can be a real doozy because of piano: The reason being, I can barely fit Oliver’s afternoon nap in before we have to go and pick Adam up from preschool and head down to Madison Valley. It’s worth it, though. Adam is doing excellent. And he loves his teacher, who has it as a priority to keep the lessons a fun time that fosters enjoyment of music. For example, they’ll stop practicing to go upstairs and listen to someone on the drums…..