Today we braved the traffic, which was surprisingly decent, and headed for a rental house on the Washington coast for Christmas. We’re renting a big ol’ house in a little planned community called Seabrook, north of Ocean Shores. It’s lovely here off-season, when it’s not pouring rain, which it is now.
We did this last year, too, in my efforts to find new traditions for Christmas after losing Bryan, and loved the area and the house. It’s big and comfortable, with 3 bedrooms, a media room, a great room with big table and fireplace, and a private hot tub in the backyard. The whole community is right across the highway from a bluff overlooking the beach, where the “Deathly Stairs of Death”, as Zach named them, take us right down to the surf.
My whole family will gather here, over the course of a few days, and it’s great to just be away, with no agenda but relaxing and enjoying the holiday and each other’s company.
I’m grateful for new traditions, and the means and opportunity to rent and enjoy a beach house offseason with my family. Merry Christmas to everyone, and a joyful new year.