I grew up in the PNW and always loved being outside. I have great memories of fishing rivers and lakes with my brothers, and hiking trails with my friends. But no place captured me quite like the beach. The smell of the salt air before I could even see the ocean was always the perfect tease. The feel of sand under my bare feet as I would charge down the beach, the perfect tactile touch. The unending ocean stretched out beyond the horizon methodically rolling to shore, always gave me the sense of endless space. The sound of the waves rhythmic murmur, the perfect soundtrack to my sense of wonder. The smell of the bonfire lingering in my sweatshirt, my treasured bonus when the trip was over.
My family’s favorite place to stay at the beach was an old board and batten cedar cabin that was rustic, open and cozy. My 2 brothers, sister, and I would scour the house for games, books or anything fun that we could do. My mom would put the food away in the kitchen and start to make something that always smelled like the perfect companion to our growing hunger. My dad would assign the beds and then start trying to set up the Tv and VCR that he brought. Movie’s after dinner was such a rare treat. I can still see us all there, a perfect beautiful moment.
Simply put, my homes are an ode to these memories. They are personal but designed to share. They are an outlet for my creativity; the unending project for someone who loves a good project.
It is my sincerest hope that you will create your own beautiful memories while staying at one of my beach homes, the kind that become etched in your mind and heart for many years. Thank you for allowing me to play a small part in that process.
