First camping trip of the year? Check. Last Friday we headed southwest to the coast in search of high winds (so Jason could kite board) and sunny weather. Turns out Seattle was unseasonably hot last weekend so we picked a good weekend to get away. We ended up in Westport at Twin Harbors campground. The campground itself was more crowded than we usually prefer but it was quiet and there was a trail to the beach right from our camp site.
It was our first time seeing the Pacific Ocean from the state of Washington. We’ve been here for 10 years but we’ve never made it out to the coast. Turns out the Pacific looks pretty good up north! Cold though!
Jason and I memorized this poem by Wendell Berry on a camping trip 8 years ago when I was pregnant with Gryffin. We don’t have a “song” but we have a poem, apparently. This is our poem. And it came to mind several times over the weekend. Our fifteenth anniversary is tomorrow and it was good to be out in the peace of wild things to kick off the week.
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.