This little pocket called Coos Bay is unusual. It really is tough. Industrialized by the lumber industry, hard working people seemingly just getting by. Friendly though. No pretenses, no upward mobility, no tanning salons or liposuction clinics, no rat race. Real people.
Go just south of here and there is some of the most genuinely beautiful coastline anywhere. Of particular interest to me was Shore Acres, a garden that has thriving plants from all over the world. The constant, temperate weather allows for the establishment of a variety of non native species that boggle the mind. Sea Lions sunning themselves, whales cresting further out in the Pacific. The Good Mother’s Grand Design apparent everywhere.
I haven’t seen one person running here. How did Prefontaine blossom as a runner? The moderate temps year round must have helped. And the training up some very big hills too. But more than anything, an individual living life by his own standards, pursuing his own dreams, not to be defined or limited by his community. I dig that.
So does my dear sweet Allison. The primary purpose of this trip is a college visit to the Oregon Coast Culinary Institute here in town. One of, if not the most prestigous baking schools in the entire country. Her performance at last month’s national championships garnering her an invitation from the head pastry chef. I see her blossoming under the rigorous curriculum, developing fully into her own passion and destiny. Her vision unencumbered by the expectations of others, unfettered by the seeming limitations of the immediate environment. Not yet 18 and already setting her own course in life, confident and courageous in her own Grand Design.
That gift, more than anything, she got from her old man. I couldn’t be prouder.
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