Westport Vacation Rental house

This home came about by accident, or so I thought. I had reservations at another destination, but just didn't feel like it was perfect so I continued to look for a beach house rental. The photo to this home is what did it for me. Then you arrive there and are taken back at the beauty of, not only the home, but the surroundings. Simply amazing! Our family enjoyed an entire week here and found it to be a most rewarding experience. As a family we took part in putting together puzzles, playing games, having a glass of wine and just talking while enjoying the spectacular views, and of course, spent much of our time on the beach. It's hard to put into words just what this place is like, but like our family, once we saw the pictures, our motto was "yes please!"

A “Landship” Voyage - Prolog
Being a man of logical mind and unemotional
words, very few places and moments in my more
than forty years of a not-so-boring life have
inspired me to put forth, with ink, onto paper, the
thoughts and intimate ponderings I am about to
relate. One such rare and precious moment is
this…a special moment on Thursday, March 9,
2006.

Looking out over the grey blue ocean, a relaxed
occupant of the proud new vessel glances towards
a dark, ominous, looming cloud. As he stares it
lets forth the cold north-east-pacific rain stored
within. Down, the seemingly endless deluge pours,
onto the churning sea beneath. Seemingly
determined to follow a pre-set course, it moves
oblivious to the like-colored eyes that look upon it
—that unforgiving relentless power of the sea—with
awe, wonderment, and humble respect.

Chapter One – Aboard Landship
Call me Shepherd. Here aboard the Westport’s
pride “Landship” it is warm, safe and calm. As the
baby sleeps in his mother’s arms, his young
beautiful teen-age sister is cozy, with her knees
curled up, reading in her bunk. I watch the dark
squall as it slowly approaches us. There is no place
to steer to avoid this latest bout with Mother
Nature’s wrath. The wind is beginning to pick up
and signs of the approaching storm are evident
everywhere. Soon the noise of the wind across the
bow is deafening. As the sheer wall of rain begins
to pelt the foredeck I look out the starboard
window at the horizontal blast of hailstones. This
only accentuates the already profound sensation of
brisk forward motion which I have. And while it is
true that we are holding our course, it is profoundly
obvious to me that it is in direct opposition to the
track of storm. Steadfast and knowing that there is
no turning back, I fear nothing as we forge ahead
in the sturdy capable Landship. Built tall and proud
upon the lofty dreams of one dedicated ship’s
captain’s first mate, and with sheets and masts
bound together by the souls of those countless
craftsman who toiled to make this incredible dream
a reality.

Chapter Two – Sea Quests
Why is it that for ages man has looked towards the
sea longing for the answers to the many questions
he holds within? Knowingly, he asks these
questions, looking for answers that only he can
provide to himself—and that it is only possible to
do so when he is in a quiet, warm, comfortable, and
meditative state. So it was that the Landship was
built. A perfect vessel crafted in response to this
enduring need to quench these burning questions
within each and every one of us who is willing to
embark upon a voyage together with the land, the
wind, and the sea—to a destination within our
souls.

The Landship Voyage (Cont.) - By Randy

Epilog

For those of us fortunate enough to make way upon
the proud decks of the pristine-white sea-
weathered vessel, we can only sit humbly--within
it’s secure, dry hold--in wonder and awe at the
various and sundry details which make each
marvelous voyage seemingly all too swift and the
trip’s destination a bitter-sweet final note of an all-
to-short, strange and yet beautiful love song.