This has become my default thought process on most weekends lately. After lazily laying in bed and trying to find interesting people to follow on twitter for nearly an hour, I find that I have nothing better to do than wander my way toward the coast. I'm quite thankful to live so close.
My friends Nick and Tara own a coffee shop in Westport, Washington and I am also so thankful that this place exists. Otherwise I'd probably end up spending all of my precious days off in some too perfect mega-corporate coffee supplier and I think we can all agree that would be bad news. Tinderbox Coffee Roasters is my kind of place. Nick is completely obsessed with coffee, tea and brewing techniques, as it should be. There are a few stools sitting in front of the coffee bar and I'm sure they were strategically placed there to catch you as you are lured into the mysterious world of coffee talk with Nick. If you have the time, they will fill it with interesting facts and an array of teas and coffees you must
This weekend's visit was no different, except Nick and Tara were out of town so I spent some time chatting with my friend Haley, one of their baristas and my somewhat genius life advisor. I sipped my vanilla latte from a giant blue mug and we shared about what we've been up to lately. Really it was more of a bowl with a handle. Makes me feel like I'm in an episode of FRIENDS... of course if that show was placed in the PNW Coast it would be 6 friends who are all artists/crafters yet are still able to live in a beachfront mansion... and it would probably have a pool... because that would make it absolutely absurd. Why can't that be my life? Why am I always so distracted?
I finished up my coffee and made the usual Westport rounds, driving over to the marina and taking the walk along the water and out to the jetty. Fishing is a pretty trendy activity right now, since the Salmon are hanging out in our waters getting ready for their big upstream swim. The docks and water's edge were full of people of all types, waiting for the big catch. I never did see anyone actually catch anything, except for some kids who gathered up a bunch of crabs just to toss them back in the water.
The boats in Westport are so beautiful. Most of them are old and worn, maybe from age or the typical stormy and wet winters they've lived through. It only makes me love them more.
Seeing all of these folks out on this beautiful and sunny fall day, I'm nearly tempted to start a new hobby. Or maybe I'll just leave it to the professionals and pick up my catch of the day from the comfort of the boardwalk.
