Mighty Reader and I snuck away from busy Seattle for four days in relaxing Oregon, at Newport mostly. What did we do? Read some (I'm most of the way through Shakespeare's The Tempest which, you know, is not a brilliant play and every time I encounter it I again wonder at the reputation it has, but I do think that in it I've found the last sentence of Mona in the Desert, unless I forget), wrote some, ran on the beach, walked on the beach, sat along the harbor, splashed in the waves, climbed up and down a bluff, bought a lot of liquor and wine (Oregonians: you must not allow privatization of state liquor stores! It was a huge mistake in Washington!), watched Mighty Reader take a thousand photographs, and drove 600+ miles. I'd like to thank the DOT for the HOV lane from Tacoma to Seattle. Anyway, it was a swell time but I left the laptop at home and our hotel (The Sylvia Beach Hotel) had neither wifi nor televisions nor telephones in the rooms, which was fine. The place is stocked with books, for reading, and places to sit and read those books. We stayed in the Shakespeare room. Last time we were there we stayed in the Fitzgerald room, which I might prefer though Bill's crib is still fine:
But we didn't spend much time indoors. There was too much to see:
And too much to do:
Next time, we will stay a full week, I think.
Photos by Mighty Reader