We arrived just as the sun was going down.
I unloaded the car in a driving rain, tiptoeing through the shallow spots of massive puddles as I ferried our goods for the week into the cabin. On my second-to-last trip, the downpour suddenly ceased, the clouds shifted, and the sun made her brief and dramatic appearance far over the waves.
Soon after we put dinner on, fed Grace her own multi-course evening meal, and watched with delight as she happily settled into her new digs.
And so begins a week of adventure at my beloved Kalaloch Beach. I’m grateful to my first-born, who recognized my long-held dream of coming to my favorite summer place during the wild storms of winter, and invited me here as a birthday surprise.
As I lie fresh from a warm shower in a soft bed of crisp white sheets, listening to the waves crash outside my window in the cold black night, I can’t imagine a more perfect gift.
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My family and I go to Kalaloch a lot. Here are stories from our trips over the years: