I had set myself up a fairly steep set of criteria. I've literally never vacationed in my life and this was just a weekend, but I really needed the mental break. The coast has always been my place, good for my soul, and I wanted to enjoy it with my dogs, to fall asleep and wake up to the sound of the sea, the smell of the salt air, and a view, too. I managed to find the Edgecliff Motel which accepted the dogs, even big sis, and didn't break the bank.
In retrospect now, I wish I'd taken some pictures of our room. It was not new, nor was it fancy, but it was clean, quaint, and met the basics. Free wifi, a private deck, a fridge (essential for raw feeders), a microwave, and an outside entrance making dealing with dogs much simpler.
We arrived about 8:30 Friday night, got checked in and settled in. Mostly just chilled out with the tv, a book, and some Facebook then snooze time before it got too late.
Mo's. I was amazed at the sheer number of logs on the beach. Nearly all of them had some degree of burning on them. This section of the beach bordered the Siletz Bay. It was really, really windy, but not raining until the time I decided to turn back.