In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.
Here we are in Seaside! The weather has held so far, giving us sun and rain showers intermittently. If we’re really on the ball we can dash outside when it’s sunny, walk around for an hour, and get home just as the pouring rain starts.
We spent the last couple days doing Seaside things, taking walks, reading indoors when it rained, and revisiting Ian’s nostalgic spots. If you’re curious where we’ve walked, check the Activities sidebar and click on any of the activities for a map and more details.
Today we got up to sun, and I felt ambitious, so I rode my bike to Fort Stevens — not a particularly challenging ride, only a little over 20 miles (in my head I now think of that as half a day’s commute) and fairly flat. The challenges weren’t terrain related: The route I’d chosen took me on non-roads, as happens sometimes when you blindly trust Google maps; the air pressure in my tires was alarmingly low, I forgot to bring a pump, and the bike shop didn’t open for an hour and a half, longer than I wanted to wait; and, although the thermometer said 40°F outside, as I rode through Gearhart I noticed ice around the edges of the puddles. Then, too, the intermittent heavy rain started up, making me glad I’d worn booties but sad I’d not worn warmer pants. I was quite cold by the time I got to Fort Stevens and (eventually) met up with Ian, who’d driven there. After I changed clothes and had a snack, I felt perky again, so we looked at the South Jetty and then checked out the wreck of the Peter Iredale a bit further on. Here’s the jetty, and an “at arm’s length” self portrait of us:
Also, we stopped at the now-open bike shop and bought a pump and some lube, both of which will reside in Seaside permanently.
The rest of the day looks like it’ll go down about like the previous days: Calm, relaxing, and literary. Thank you, Fergusons, for making it possible!