If you saw my Instagram feed you know that last week I hit the road to Seabrook for a few days. I got to explore the town in between meetings and found some absolutely delightful things. Seabrook is a gorgeous oasis town on the Washington coast. Entering the town is a little surreal (thus my oasis comment). You go from miles of forest and farms to a full town with restaurants and shops, and all of it is fairy tale cute. It’s designed to be part resort, part residential and all intentionally built. So it’s very walkable and photogenic. And on the beach.
Seabrook’s Delightful Things
Cute Cottage Names
Every house in Seabrook is known by the name chosen by its owner. Some are a little cheesy, there are a few puns, most are just adorable.
Grafitti in the Stump
An old and enormous tree was turned into a kind of play house for children (and adults can fit too, just). It marks the start of the Gnome Trail (more on that in a moment). I don’t know if it’s an everyday thing but when I went in (sans children, of course I went in) there was chalk “graffiti” on the walls. And it was so loving and cute. The writing was also possibly a tad too tidy for a child, but shh, let’s keep the magic of innocent children. OK, so the second is a little random.
The Gnome Trail
As mentioned, the tree stump is the start of the Gnome Trail. It’s the walk to the beach and guests (and residents) build little houses for the gnomes. Of coarsest eh gnomes don’t want more plastic in the world, so there are construction rules. Some of the houses are so basic they are barely houses. Or there’s gnome magic hiding them from human eyes. Some are more ornate. I did burst out laughing at the one with the sign saying gnomes taste like bacon. You’re safe around me, little gnomes. I don’t like American bacon.
The Ocean Beach
I didn’t realize I missed an open ocean beach with real sand. It was a foggy and cool evening and I definitely needed shoes for the Gnome Trail but the moment I hit the beach my shoes were off. The beaches near my apartment are rocky with stones and driftwood and you’re likely to twist an ankle. It felt delightful to wiggle my toes in the sand. The other part was hearing the waves crashing on the shore. These aren’t things I ever thought I would miss, but I must have. Now I just need to plan a return trip.
Bianca Smith lives in the cold and occasionally snowy Pacific Northwest - and she loves it. She's adventuring life in her adopted country and blogging along the way. Currently, she's in Melbourne, Australia working with a microfinance nonprofit and studying for an Executive MBA degree.