Lincoln City

In the 1970s we used to love to spend time on the beach in Lincoln City, on the central coast of Oregon. My wife's grandmother had a little house there right on the ocean. It was picturesque and timeless and the only excitement was the jigsaw puzzle on the table and the classics in the bookshelf. The air down there always smelled of sea salt and ozone. At night, all you heard was the unceasing surf and the wall clock. It was, to put it mildly, relaxing. We got stuck there once for about a week, in May 1980 when Mt. St. Helens blew and they had to close I-5. We didn't really mind that much.