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Our last morning in Cannon Beach was spent sitting on a log on the beach, eating a bagel, drinking coffee and watching the locals take their dogs to the beach for early morning exercise. I don’t think I’ve ever seen happier dogs than those prancing around on a beach.
With our return flight only a few days away, we left Cannon Beach and my giggly, girlhood memories and headed back to Seattle. We arrived back at Ellen and David’s place to another warm welcome and another great meal. At dinner we recounted our tales of Indian residential schools and bike trips along False Creek; of Caffe Mingo’s meat marinated in espresso and wine, the good karma at our apartment in Portland and our meeting with Lucille and Julian; of John Steinbeck and Charley and the redwoods; of wool spinning, Indian tribal dances and Joe’s Deli; of lazy days in Bandon and job interviews at sunrise; and of chocolate-covered sea foam and bubble-gum cigarettes, Tilt-a-Whirl’s and Haystack Rock. We obviously needed a debriefing!
But lest you think that my nostalgia trip had come to an end, there was still one more meeting scheduled for our last day in Seattle. Debbie, my eldest sister Carolyn’s best friend from our days in Portland, was a constant presence in our family. In fact, it was difficult to talk about Carolyn without mentioning Debbie, they were so inextricably linked.