Long Beach Dreaming

I pinch myself at times taking in the evergreen views off my third-floor deck at the base of the Issaquah Alps. Osprey’s piercing calls echo through the valley – perched on high treetops with eyes keen to silvery splashes. Owls hoot through their alpine telephone line sharing mysterious messages from the valley floor to the mountaintop. Bobcats strut – caterwauling through the greenery in search of a a mate. But, alas,  the ocean calls …

Waikiki Beach – and it’s charming lighthouse at Cape Disappointment
Deadman’s Cove at Cape Disappointment State Park

The Long Beach Peninsula‘s 28 miles beckon with baritone foghorns and wafting aromas of salty seas. Like a siren’s song, once again I found myself antsy to leave my alpine perch to venture back to the path of Lewis and Clark along the Columbia to Long Beach, Washington. My destination this time was Boreas Inn – a stunning bed and breakfast nestled steps from the the charming town of Long Beach. Boasting the longest continuous sandy beach in the Americas, the beach ends far before the charm!

Thai Street Prawns at The Cove – Yum!

Speaking of charming – our hosts, Susie and Bill, greeted us warmly upon arrival and ensured we were well-acquainted with our new digs – the gorgeous Dunes Suite at the B&B. Just steps from the back door we trod miles on the boardwalk (and beach), after exploring a few local viewpoints nearby. A quick call from our hosts reaped a reservation at a surprising gem: The Cove restaurant at the Peninsula Golf Course. The service was friendly and attentive; our meal tasty and well-executed. Even the goofy seagull stumbling outside the restaurant’s window seemed to wink and nod with a bit of a welcome smile. Or may be it was the wine …

Beautiful decor, and the soft crashing of waves in the distance, at Boreas Inn’s Dunes Suite

With sated appetites, we snuggled back up to the B&B’s common room fireplace, then called it a night in our suite on the dunes. From the comfort of our bzillion-threadcount sheets, we were able to gaze off to the west to the final colors of the Pacific sun, then welcomed the soft murmur of the crashing waves as they gently lulled us to a peaceful slumber.

The breakfast of (traveling) champions!

Breakfast came in course after delicious course – from a tangy meyer lemon cake to perfectly moist scones with lemon cord to a heavenly frittata – punctuated by an always-steaming carafe of coffee. The lively conversation had us reflecting on the previous afternoon’s hike to Deadman’s Cove, lunch at Salt Pub on Ilwaco’s harbor, and the splendor of the furiously-rolling waves along Waikiki Beach.

A tasty spread at Ilwaco’s harborside Salt Pub

Hopping in the car the next morning, we bemoaned that we hadn’t simply opted for two more nights in this cozy hamlet, instead of heading into Astoria and Portland for the remainder of our long-weekend, but were satisfied in knowing we’d be back again soon to explore more of Washington’s southwestern-most wonderland on the sea.

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