Hank’s birthday is the day after Ewan’s.
This year, Hank turned into He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Celebrated, because, you know, it was a big one. He is now version 4.0, and we hardly speak of it.
So on this non-eventful day, we explored Cape Perpetua. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love the name, “Perpetua”. It reminds me of Bridget Jones’ Diary, one of my all-time favorite movies. I kept saying it over and over, because, well, no one was allowed to say, “Happy Birthday”. So we went back and forth between saying “Happy Valentine’s Day” and “Perpetua”.
I’m sure that was way better.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Celebrated was in mourning.
This little spot that sucked up the waves looked like milk. Big, white, perfectly frothed milk. Like what goes on top of a lattè.
I need coffee.
It was here that I just started pretending that we were in Ireland and at the Cliffs of Insanity.
I was in green heaven. What an amazing place – vegetation just grows right up until it has nothing left to grow on to that makes sense. I don’t think I closed my mouth for about five hours. Just jaw-dropping.
That little trail there was calling us in, but Ewan was freezing and we had to backtrack. It’s about a 6.5-mile loop that’s open to bikes as well. That’s going on our family bucket list.
As a cheery finish to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Celebrated’s day, we took ourselves to see The Lego Movie. And you know what? Everything is awesome.