Tuesday, April 19, 2011

My love affair with the Oregon coast

Yes, it's true! I am having an unabashedly shameful affair with the Oregon coast. I simply cannot get enough of the wonder and beauty. . .

Case in point--early in March (during the Tsunami in Japan to be exact, although we didn't know about it at the time) a gal pal and I decided to make a get-away to the central Oregon coast.

Our trip started and ended with an all-out-gorge-fest at the Otis Cafe:

And then the gorging--got a bit out of hand:

Note that the brownies were 'evil'. . . but I must state for the record that evil never tasted so good!

Even frolicking on the beach late at night in the wind and rain is fun:

Beach combing brings it's inherent risks and surprise--I mean--just look at what can wash up out of the water:

It was easy to find the old 'Sea Hag':

Yep!  Right where I left her:

Meeting new friends is always fun:

And so is shopping for just the right beach look. . . 

It was hard to ride off into the sunset after such a great trip. . . but I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll be back. . . 

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Do you hear what I hear?

We recently enjoyed some family bonding moments with our youngest grandson and found that he really loves to be 'outside'.

However his version of the word 'outside' left me puzzled as to what he is hearing (and learning) in the big world of adults that he lives with--namely his parents:

Correct me if I'm wrong--but as Ricky Ricardo would say to Lucy:  "Hey, daughter, and son-in-law! You've got some 'splaining' to do!"

Out of the mouth of babes comes the real story. . . excuse me while I go 'outside'. . .