On the road from Depoe Bay to Monroe, Washington
Linda and I are coming home from an overnighter with Jerry and Lois Levine in Depoe Bay, Oregon, where we had more fun than seems fair. In preparation for their one week vacation I loan them an Apple G5 computer; my Canon XL H1 video camera; a copy of Final Cut Pro; a hard drive with hours of video footage from my archives; and words of encouragement about becoming videographers. They’re like kids approaching the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. Jerry, Lois, myself, and Mike Fisher are working on a presentation for a new album – All Told – just to let people know a bit about it.
Linda and I, upon deciding to take a one-day trip to the ocean find ourselves very excited because we both love, love, love the ocean. We had heard there was going to be a storm with potentially 70 mph gusts. That didn’t prepare us for what went on.
Upon arrival to Depoe Bay we are soon ushered to the Beach Dog Café where we enjoy not just a good or great brunch, but a heavenly experience that quickly erases all memories of the stiffness from the 5-hour drive. Our hosts Jesse, Sonja and Roger are extremely friendly, engaging and generous. With happy tummies our next stop is Crystal Wizard. Lois has warned me about a double terminated piece of quartz that I’m likely to fall in love with. She’s right. After a bit of haggling I purchase the 30 lb beauty from Brazil and am soon distracted by a quartz crystal ball. After oohing and aaahing for 15 minutes, I decide I can’t leave without it as well, thus continuing the tradition of always bringing home rocks from wherever we visit.
With 2 hours of daylight left, we head toward a cliff edge, laden with two video cameras, a still camera and sufficient rain gear to handle the pineapple express weather facing us. We set up in preparation for an interview to further elaborate on the new album. Storm getting closer, the waves in the background provide an energetic and exciting backdrop for the dripping wet dialogue given on the cliff edge. Another hour of miscellaneous video taping on various beaches and we find ourselves in the warmth of Unit I-217 – Linda and I wearing bath towels while our jeans dry. The double-terminated piece of quartz on the living room table and the crystal ball happily atop its glowing light base, we all marvel at the growing size of the waves as the storm approaches. Lois is busy preparing a spaghetti and salad dinner while Jerry and I explore Final Cut Pro, the newly acquired material uploading to a 1-T hard drive.
In their 18 years of coming to Depoe Bay, Jerry and Lois haven’t had a condo unit with as nice a view and location as this one. After dark, the waves have continued to become more angry and confused, their frothing personalities revealed by ample aircraft lights aimed at the surf. By 9:00 PM the storm has whipped the ocean into a rage. All eyes are out the window. One of the video cameras is set up aimed at the horizon to capture the surf as well in hope of capturing some of the lightning that is brightening our spirits as well as the unpredictable night.
Linda and I are tired, having sacrificed sleep to get an early start to Depoe Bay. Our bodies want to be put to bed but we can’t leave the intense performance going on outside. After the delicious dinner we are all mesmerized and almost frightened by the escalating storm. Just after midnight we lose power and gather in the cozy living room where two candles backlight the beautiful Brazilian quartz crystal, fireplace glowing in the background. Soon Linda and I find ourselves saying goodnight by candlelight from each of our twin beds.