Last summer for two weeks my mom, brothers and I went on an RV trip around the Olympic Peninsula, and we happened upon Long Beach. It was a really fun little coastal town and had the feeling of one of those east coast boardwalk towns. I really wanted to come back and see it again because I really loved it. I'm sure in the summer it's just swingin' and full of people having fun on the beach. Now that it's October, it was pretty quiet. I camped in a little place right off of the main street and had planned on waking up early and biking around the town, possibly getting some breakfast. I ended up sleeping in because I was feeling really sick and feverish. I'm still pretty sniffly, but I'm feeling better now.
skirt/courtesy of modcloth :: t-shirt/american apparel :: scarf/vintage
shoes/thrifted :: hat/claires :: shades/gas station
My brain is so fantastical that it decided it would be an excellent idea to drive on the beach and take a picture of the Brave, looking all majestic on the coast. Lots of people drive on the beach, and we'd done it last summer in our Honda CRV, so I convinced myself I could totally do it in the Brave. As I was walking to the Brave to get in and drive onto the beach I said to myself, "you are going to get stuck on the beach and hate yourself" and then my brain was all, "What-ever! The pictures are going to be so epic!".
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One hour later the Brave was getting towed out of the sand by an amazing old guy and his big dodge truck. Yup. I wish I had pictures of myself on my hands and knees digging the sand out from around the rear tires. I felt like a jackass, but I mean, I guess I knew it was going to happen? My tires dug themselves about 8 inches into the sand as I tried to leave. Let me tell you, getting stuck in sand is not the same as getting stuck in snow. I'm a pro at driving in snow (though I'd rather not even try it in the Brave). Oh blog, the things I do for you. The irresistible lure of a photo-op got me! I'll try to avoid such shenanigans in the future.
After my mishap on the beach I was pretty much ready to leave Long Beach. I headed south to Astoria and decided to stop for some lunch. I pulled into Safeway to grab some groceries and they were having a little cookout by the front door as a fundraiser for Breast Cancer research. $3.o0 for a burger, chips and a drink! Soooo delicious! I took my little plate back to the Brave and enjoyed my "homecooked" burger. While I was sitting in the Brave a cool looking dude knocked on my door to inform me my lights were on (this happens all the time..ugh. I turn them on during the day and forget they are on when I stop somewhere). It turns out he is looking into getting a '72 Brave! Kindred spirits! He asked me how I liked my Brave and I of course sung its praises, haha. It's kind of funny how many people like Braves. I thought I was a bit of an oddity, but it seems their charm is pretty far-reaching!
