For our 19th wedding anniversary, we drive to the Oregon coast. Each of the sisters that we meet at breakfast in the morning wishes us congratulations. They seem as pleased that we are traveling to the coast as if they were coming along. It promises to be a glorious day.
By the time we arrive at Lincoln City, we have traveled through miles of fertile farmland and dense woodland. Central Oregon is beautiful country, with a charm unlike the vast California agribusiness that now dominates our state. Contentment fills us as we listen to a lecture of Thomas Merton to his noviates back in Kentucky last century. When we finally park at Road’s End State Beach, we realize how tired we are and push back the seats in the car to nap.
We head south, with the town of Newport as our goal for lunch. The Oregon beaches are wide and smooth, the white sand stretching broadly between the cliffs and the surf. Here the rocks are well offshore with only a few visitors instead of teeming crowds. There is a leisurely peace around us, and I notice places we’ll want to visit on our return north.
Historic Newport is a short section of bayfront streets with shops and small restaurants. We have decided on Mo’s after multiple recommendations praise the clam chowder. We actually eat at Mo’s Annex, across the street from Original Mo’s. There is a shorter line and the windows face the water. The clam chowder is worth the wait. Then I spy the Marionberry Cobbler. We had learned earlier that the delicious marionberry was developed in Marion County where the Monastery is located, so of course we order some. Now I am determined to sample every marionberry cobbler I can. What a gourmet quest!
By the time we arrive at Lincoln City, we have traveled through miles of fertile farmland and dense woodland. Central Oregon is beautiful country, with a charm unlike the vast California agribusiness that now dominates our state. Contentment fills us as we listen to a lecture of Thomas Merton to his noviates back in Kentucky last century. When we finally park at Road’s End State Beach, we realize how tired we are and push back the seats in the car to nap.
We head south, with the town of Newport as our goal for lunch. The Oregon beaches are wide and smooth, the white sand stretching broadly between the cliffs and the surf. Here the rocks are well offshore with only a few visitors instead of teeming crowds. There is a leisurely peace around us, and I notice places we’ll want to visit on our return north.
Historic Newport is a short section of bayfront streets with shops and small restaurants. We have decided on Mo’s after multiple recommendations praise the clam chowder. We actually eat at Mo’s Annex, across the street from Original Mo’s. There is a shorter line and the windows face the water. The clam chowder is worth the wait. Then I spy the Marionberry Cobbler. We had learned earlier that the delicious marionberry was developed in Marion County where the Monastery is located, so of course we order some. Now I am determined to sample every marionberry cobbler I can. What a gourmet quest!
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While at Mt. Angel Abbey I hope you're lucky enough to see the historical old books, especially those in the vault!......truly amazing!
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