It was 21 degrees when we left Portland on New Year’s Eve day and it wasn’t much warmer at Cape Lookout State Park on the Oregon Coast, but the sky was a promising blue.
We unhitched the Airstream and drove to nearby Netarts to celebrate over steak and cocktails at the fanciest lounge we could find. “A lot of people here, are, uh…missing teeth,” Ralph observed. Somehow the evening cartwheeled into a fireball and we returned to the trailer after a wicked argument and fell asleep—back to back—by 9pm.
New Year’s day dawned clear and cold, offering a fresh start. We visited Cape Meares Lighthouse, old Ralston enjoyed the sea smells, Ripley wore his little parka. A fiery sunset was followed by a limitless black night sky without a moon, cloud cover or light pollution; a million stars glittered like retail diamonds.