So a year after my first trip, I returned to Cannon Beach to be joined by my friend Annette. I flew into Seattle and spent some time alone visiting Mt. St. Helens. Annette joined me at Portland to travel down through central Oregon, down to northern California through the redwoods, then north on Highway 101. We spent one night at the beach under a lighthouse, stopped at countless overlooks of the Pacific coastline, and landed in Cannon Beach. The story we shared and the stories we found individually could fill a book. Once again, precious solitude with the Lord.
