Occasionally, I slip into travel-writer mode. It’s because I’ve had a great experience and I’d just like to share, in the event you ever feel like trying something new.
Perhaps you’ve already discovered Long Beach. For the Labor Day weekend, we made our second trip there and had an amazing time. Part of the amazement came at the way the weather timed out–while it was pouring in Seattle, our rain was confined to overnight. We’d wake up to fog and low clouds, it would clear and the sun would take over.
What to do in Long Beach? Lots of things that you never seem to find the time to do at home. Fly a kite. Go for a bike ride along the board walk. Walk the miles and miles of available beach (thus the name). Or zip across the border and visit the beach towns of Astoria or Seaside, Oregon. I managed to sneak in a round of golf at a fun course down there over looking the water. $16. Less than a dollar for every ball I lost!
In town, there’s a decent number of shops to peruse, including the museum/store that is home to “Jake the Alligator Man.” There are quite a few collectibles worth seeing, it’s free and you can cross “seeing an alligatorman” off your bucket list.
The hotel we stayed at, the Adrift Inn, was OK. Really thin walls resulted in Victoria asking if that was me that sneezed when I was in the bathroom…and in fact, it was the guy next door. And every morning, we were awaked by the pitter patter of little feet from a three-year-old running back and forth across the floor above, obviously hoping someday to run a marathon.
I do have to say the restaurant at the hotel was incredible. We ate breakfast there twice because was so good. Fresh, organic, but not over-priced. I recommend the Oyster omelet and the fresh-squeeze mimosas.
Adventures included almost running into a herd of elk as we approached town. It was not even 3pm and 7 of them decided to run over the highway just ahead of us. There was the time I was in the men’s room, using the urinal when a blur to the side of my eye came in, quickly turned around and then yelled “Sorry, sir!” as she darted out. It was a cleaning person who forgot to knock.
Our main purpose for the trip there was to say goodbye to Mack Barnette, best described as my brother-in-law’s father-in-law, who passed away last year. We were there to spread his ashes on the beach and have the tide carry him away. His daughter, my sister-in-law Bev, did a great job of corralling family, assigning duties and making a very memorable event happen. It was a nice sendoff.
It’s a long drive, but what else would you expect to get to Long Beach? If you want a shorter trip, head for Short Pier, Washington, and remember to brake. Everyone should have a little Long Beach in their life.