For three years after my marriage ended, I ran away from home every December rather than deal with the holidays. And I ran away to sea, of course. Hotels and motels on the Pacific coast are dirt cheap in winter -- I spent Christmas Day 1998 as the sole occupant of a lovely hostel at Bandon-By-the-Sea, in southern Oregon. Roaring winds and rain on the beach, a wood stove in the hostel, and utterly perfect solitude.
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Date: Nov. 15th, 2008 07:13 pm (UTC)For three years after my marriage ended, I ran away from home every December rather than deal with the holidays. And I ran away to sea, of course. Hotels and motels on the Pacific coast are dirt cheap in winter -- I spent Christmas Day 1998 as the sole occupant of a lovely hostel at Bandon-By-the-Sea, in southern Oregon. Roaring winds and rain on the beach, a wood stove in the hostel, and utterly perfect solitude.