Portland was under a heat advisory so we jumped in the car and headed for the coast. We ended up at the beach at Gearhart. It’s not as popular as the more touristy towns so it was relatively uncrowded. You can drive your car up this particular beach past a certain point so we went the opposite way because we didn’t want the dogs getting accidentally run over. Mr. N is sand colored….
The dogs adore the beach because it means they get to run and run and there’s all sorts of interesting things for them to investigate. Like the dead bird Mr. N found and that Sage tried to roll on.
And sticks. Sage found a long one and was carrying it around in her mouth. I was a little worried that Mr. N might get poked in the eye accidentally with it because it was so long and he was running around trying to steal it from her. This is before he found his own stick.
But mostly, they just like to run with each other. I think part of the reason why Mr. N adores Sage so much is because she is almost always up for a good game of chase.
Or at least Sage thinks it’s a game. Mr. N takes it rather seriously.
The first time Mr. N went to the beach, he drank some salt water and was sick. I don’t know if he remembers being sick or he remembers us sternly admonishing him not to drink salt water on that trip but he doesn’t do it anymore. Now I make sure he gets regular water breaks so he’s not tempted.
We made a stop in Astoria on our way back and played tourist. More to come on Monday.