ENHANCED, FOR EFFECT: Okay, okay, so it wasn’t 84 degrees out here. The image above might be a little misleading. It was a brisk 50 degrees, or something. The wind was chilly, and enough to numb the exposed digits. But we still stood on that beach for a bit, looking out over that big sonofabitch of an ocean. I forget about it, from my Portland citified vantage. Won’t be forgetting it for a long time after today, barnacle breath.

We are at the Cove Cabin, takin’ shit easy. Ewok is in the roost listening to his iPod. Leigh is reading a book by the fireplace. Me, I’m making logos. This is how we roll.