In 2021, we took a trip to a small house on the Oregon coast. Emerson was 9 months old. Which meant we were in that glorious stage of parenthood where we still set the agenda.

So every evening, we’d strap Emerson to our chests, walk down the coastline from our AirBnb to Pelican Brewing, grab a six-pack to go, and enjoy a leisurely walk back with a Hazy IPA in hand.

Happy Hour Beach Walks in Pacific City has served as Chief Happy Place ever since.

I called it a gift to Emerson as an excuse to make it. It hangs above his dresser in his bedroom. And while he might not remember being there, he does enjoy regular discussions about “what’s dat bird doin over dere.”