Lincoln City hides hand-blown glass floats along seven miles of beach. The volunteers who put them out are called float fairies, and whatever you turn up is yours to keep. I officiated my brother's wedding here — the groomsmen took to calling me Father Tim, a title I earned in the one second it takes to get ordained online. He sent the whole party to a glass studio to blow our own floats, and one morning we joined a beach cleanup and hauled what we gathered to the visitor center. We never did find a float in the sand. A month later one came in the mail. This frame is recent. The coast keeps handing me reasons to come back.
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