Shortly after our Orcas Island sprint we visited Ocean Shores, WA for the first time. I had heard quite a lot about the place. Not like a bunch of oohing and ahhing and, "you just have to visit," but just a lot of mentions of people we like to go there or grew up going there. So, I decided we should check it out with my mom and my sister's family for a little weekend getaway. I grew up going to the Oregon coast. The beaches were not white and sparkly and the water was completely freezing, but all the same, we laid out in the sun (when it was showing itself), jumped around in the waves, and somehow didn't seem to mind the cold a bit. So, when I determined to venture out to the Washington coast, I didn't have fairytale allusions of what things should be like. However, what I discovered is that the Washington coast (a couple of hours north, at least) is sooo different from the Oregon coast ... either that, or my memory is so completely altered by time and pregnanc...