I still haven’t wrapped up my Tokyo commentary, but I’ll interrupt that for this. It is Christmas. I enjoy the Christmas holidays as much as the next gal, but Christmas day for me has always been a bit boring. One of my best friends texted me today and I told her to fly to Oregon from Salt Lake City so we could go to the movies. This was her tradition. When I first heard of it, I thought it sounded like heresy. However, we went once or twice together on Christmas day and it was great! It really cut up the boredom after the dramatic Christmas climax. (I saw The Hobbit 2 nights ago, but I could definitely go for it again. EPIC!) I love singing carols and hanging around the Christmas tree from December 1st to December 24th, but after that I won’t sing carols anymore until the next December. As we sat enjoying our Christmas breakfast feast this morning, I said: Let’s go to the coast. My husband thought that sounded like fun so we got showered and a plan was hatched. For the record, some Oregonians don’t call it “the beach.” Due to the fact that you are rarely likely to enjoy the Oregon coast as you do “the beach.” (ie. swimming, tanning, etc.) It is generally always too cold for those endeavors. The summer after we moved here, it was 105 degrees in the city/suburbs. So….we jumped in the minivan and went to the beach about 80 miles away. When we approached the town of Cannon Beach, the temperature dropped to 59 degrees. NO JOKE! I took a few cute toddler shots in swimming suits and we went back to the city to warm up. The weather there is unpredictable, but it can be glorious there too if you plan on layers. You may even be able to take some of them off. We had never been to Cannon Beach during the Christmas season and it was decorated really nicely. All of the quaint seaside structures were decked out in nice attractive garlands and lights. The town was nearly empty and the weather wasn’t bad. We didn’t even get rained on during our walk on the beach. The fun was over when the kids got hungry, but since everything was closed; the chocolate and h20 in the car would have to suffice until we could get back to our leftovers. As we were exiting the town, an amazing sight was about to be seen: a herd of elk peacefully lounging next to the road. I got out of the car and approached at a safe, but close distance to photograph them. I had seen elk herds before in Utah and Wyoming, but always on the move. These elk (about 20 or so) were resting serenely as if also enjoying Christmas. Quite a shock and what a sight! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!