A couple of weeks ago my friend, Robin, and I took off for the tiny town of Neskowin on the Oregon coast. We had nothing planned, nowhere we had to be—we packed up her car and left Portland behind as we meandered down the highway toward the coast. We stayed in a funky condo right on the water, and spent a blissful five days doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted.
Robin and I met some years back when we both attended Artfest and shared a rental car from Seattle to Port Townsend. I had already planned to stay over in downtown Seattle for a couple of days after the retreat, but Robin was due to head back to Sacramento. On the way to the airport, she turned to me and asked if she could use my phone. She called her husband and told him she’d like to stay a couple more days…and the rest, as they say, is history. We don’t get to see each other more than once or twice a year, but we just pick up where we left off. Our friendship is easy, and solid, and true–and I’m very grateful for it. It sure is comforting to know there’s someone by your side just in case you take a little tumble from time to time.