Or - All Over the Place . . .
March 20, 2015
The thing, the really great thing, about being retired is that your main challenge is figuring out just what it is you want to do with your day and then go ahead and have some fun doing it.
Hahahaha, it sounds so simple when you say it like that. And, to be honest, I guess it is. The key is not in over-thinking it too much. Kinda let it flow, y'know, que sera, sera. Hahahaha, Today is the last day of the rest of your life...and a bunch more gobbely-gook.
There it is...taking the path of least resistance and having some fun.
So, using the Follow Your Nose school of philosophy, that's what we did. Carol had needed something or the other from the store and so she took off walking. I thought she had forgot something and so, about 10 minutes later, I took off after her being the Super-Nice Guy that I am.
Honest!!
Quit laughing.
Anyway, I caught up to her at the DollarTree and, Super-Nice Girl that she is, Carol had bought me a sandwich at McMenamins Lighthouse Brew Pub.
A Reuben!!
Hahaha, she does know what I like.
McMenamins is a quasi-Irish Pub style bar & grill just down from the DollarTree. I knew it would be just a matter of time before we ate there but this was a bit faster than I had thought but, what the heck, I'm not one to look a gift Rueben in the, er, ah, you get it.
We ate on the second floor of the restaurant. It's a nice place albeit a bit on the pricey side.
Hahaha, I bet it's a hoppin' place during Spring Break and the Summer months.
I particularly liked the sailing ship above the bar.
And Carol liked the light fixtures.
And we both liked the wall art. They are just one generation removed from the Hippie Generation.
Heavy, Man.
And then we started the walk back home.
Remember I mentioned before that Lincoln City was created in '65 from a group of six small cities. They were, well, they were the ones listed below. The deal is now they call them 'Neighborhoods'. We live in the Wecoma neighborhood, the first one you come to entering the city from the north.
The big deal now is that they're proposing that they change the name of Lincoln City to something that represents the community better...I'm going to suggest they rename it, "Seagrove". That works, right!?!
Or, maybe, Spring Break. Hahaha, how about Beach Resort? That name represents what the city is about. Oh, I should mention the two main industries here are Tourism and Retirement. Hahaha, I figure I fit into both those demographics.
Ooooh!! Maybe that could be the new name!!! Tourism AND Retirement!! No pesky ambiguity in that name...it's right out front and in-your-face!!
One of the small roads around our neighborhood. This leads directly to NW Jetty Ave (our street) and then the beach.
And there is a lot of old growth forest around. We've seen several Stellar Jays and a bunch of Robins as well as a couple of raptors.
And as you come to the end of NW 35th Place, this is your view.
And, there it is! The house with the Mini in front.
It was high tide and so we walked down to the edge of the beach to get a better look.
We got a small booklet that tells us when high and low tides will occur. Plus, there's a site on the Internet that shows the tides and when the best time for fishing is.
We're still trying to figure our way around the city not that it is so big, it isn't. We're trying to find out what the city has to offer. In that regard, we stopped in at the local Sears.
And we got to meet Monika and her Best Bud, Cooper. She and her husband own the franchise. This small-town Sears just sells, appliances, tools and garden stuff.
Monika told us that although she is the manager, Cooper actually runs the store. He's very friendly and comes up and plants his face right in your crotch until you give him a good pet. Oh, she also told us he's part Shepard and part Wolf.
Carol found a new best friend.
March 21, 2015
The City has a program called Finders Keepers, where someone goes out very early and hides glass floats along the beach and if you find one you get to keep it. They've numbered and registered the floats so when you find one you can call and they'll let you know who the artist is.
Fun Facts: In days gone by, beachgoers often found treasures from the east: blown glass floats which were used by Japanese fishing crews to float their nets. These spheres could be as small as two inches or as large as two feet. They were the ultimate find for a dedicated beachcomber.
Then, in 1997, a local artist came up with the idea of using glass floats as an intriguing way to launch the new millennium. Lincoln City sponsored the project beginning with in 1999. Tourists would come from around the country to search for their own brilliantly-colored, signed and numbered glass floats.
To get one for your very own, all you have to do is find it.
We had a great idea that we'd get up early Saturday and go out and find ourselves one.
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Or so we thought. We were up bright and early but not early enough for treasure hunting.
We stopped before we went onto the beach to get this establishing shot of the beach at low tide. You can compare it to the picture of the beach at high tide just five pictures above and see the difference in the water level.
And while it looks deserted, there were more folks out looking for the glass floats than I thought possible at 0710 on a blustery and cloudy Saturday morning.
Annnnnd, there's the requisite dog. And of course Carol gravitated to it drawn like the proverbial moth to a flame; or a Democrat to a Government subsidy.
Hahaha, seems just getting up and getting out would be all the reward we would get on this day.
See what I mean!!
I wanted to yell at them. Geez, and we got up early!! Next Saturday I think we'll be out around 0630; and I'll bring a stick along, too.
Gonna find me one of those glass floats!!
And, of course, I'll always have a camera along for the ride. I'm still carrying my small camera because, well, I just don't trust the ocean, the sand or me.
We went home empty-handed but we did gain some experience. We're learning . . . and having some fun, too.
So, that was our morning...so far.
It was suppose to be a semi-decent day and, remembering the advice I had given myself just a day or two before, the thing about not wasting a day with sunshine here, I decided that, what the heck, let's go and visit Tillamook Cheese Factory!!
And so we did!!
But before we got there, we had to drive along Historic and Scenic Oregon Highway 101.
I resolved to take my time on these drives and allow myself the opportunity to stop whenever and wherever I wanted.
And I did!!
This small pond is just sitting on the side of the road and the sun was breaking through the clouds and so we stopped and I grabbed a couple of shots.
There were some interesting angles and, of course, the reflections.
Hahahaha, I gotta thing for reflections.
And Carol got to do some bird-watching.
Hahaha, Carol always gets my better side.
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And from the large, and reflected, to some small detail.
One of the things we're discovering is that there is something photogenic around every corner. Literally, there is something we could stop and see every couple of miles.
There were a lot of picture opportunities.
But we headed a bit further north where the 101 swings closer to the coast. From Lincoln City to Tillamook the 101 goes pretty much inland. There's just this one stretch before Pacific City where it sorta skirts the coast.
There's a lookout along that drive with some dramatic vistas of the ocean.
We think that might be a camp, like a Boy Scout Camp, just down from the look out.
I'm looking towards the ocean and Carol's scanning the skies behind us and, BAM!! She spotted some Turkey Vultures!!
Wha...!!!
After the vultures we motored on. This was pleasant. Just putting along and not worrying about the speed limit or the time. Hahaha, I was taking it real easy and whenever I started to get a caravan piling up behind me, I pulled over as soon as I could and allowed them to all pass. I got several friendly waves as they motored by and, thankfully only one or two one-finger waves.
Hahahaha, I'm old and I drive slow!! Get over it!!
And, we drove over the Little Nestucca River and I stopped.
Sometimes I'm reminded of Germany and sometimes of Ireland. This country is beautiful. And the valley is full of dairies. Lots of cows. I totally recommend the drive along 101. So far, from Newport to Tillamook it has been fantastic!!
I was up on the bridge spanning the Mighty Little Nestucca River when I saw these three break out of the tree line and start walking up the river bank and then they turned my direction and waved.
Helloooooo, small-town America.
And what a river bank to walk along . . . I kept expecting to see Andy and Opie come out of the trees whistlin' and carryin' some fishin' poles on their shoulders.
(Hahaha, are you whistling that tune from their show now? I bet you are.)
Hmmmmm, maybe the Little Nestucca River has a bit more of a past than I thought it did at first glance. I wonder what the back story is concerning this boat.
The Mighty Little Nestucca River sits alongside a beautiful valley.
With Canadian Geese flying across on their way to who knows where.
There's so much to see in Oregon.
I mentioned they had a lot of dairies. None of them were large like I used to see when I drove to school in Las Cruces. Hahaha, those bad boys would smell up the freeway for about five or so miles. The people in Las Cruces didn't mind the odor; they said it was, the smell of money.
Because we were on Full Tourist Mode and just followin' our noses, we could even stop at crazy little stores like The Red Barn. Both of us enjoy browsing through all the odd things you can find at these Flea Market things along the side of the road.
I asked, I always try to ask, if I could take pictures and the old fellow running The Red Barn was very emphatic that photography was NOT allowed. And then we got a rather detailed story about why photography was not allowed, along with an apology.
Seems a couple years ago a couple came in and took, in his opinion, some very detailed (in that they only shot pictures of all the High End Items) pictures and then, a day or two later, someone broke in and knew exactly where to go in the Barn and took all the High End Items.
He saw a link between the two events and so he promised his vendors that he would, from that point forward, not allow pictures to be taken inside The Red Barn. And he doesn't.
Long story for why there are no pictures of the inside of The Red Barn.
And there was a lot in there that I wanted to shoot. A lot.
Just beyond The Red Barn were some pastures. Big contrast between the dairies here and the ones I was familiar with in New Mexico. Those in Las Cruces were businesses and big, spread out and there were thousands of cows in a pretty small and, for cows, industrial looking area.
In Oregon, so far, cows are in green pastures and there were never any more than maybe a hundred cows in one place. This picture is pretty much representative of every place we saw along the 101 as we motored to the Cheese Factory in Tillamook.
And we finally got to the Cheese Factory.
Fun Facts: The Tillamook County Creamery Association is a dairy cooperative. They manufacture and sell dairy products under the Tillamook brand name. They're the 44th largest dairy processor in North America and they posted $382 million in sales in 2007.
This is what I found interesting, the co-operative includes 110 dairy farms, mostly within Tillamook County. That accounts for all those small dairy farms we passed along the way. They produce cheese, butter, ice cream sour cream and yogurt. Their most famous product by far is Tillamook Cheese, including the famous Tillamook Cheddar.
In March, 2010, Tillamook's Medium Cheddar Cheese won the gold medal in the 2010 World Cheese Championship Cheese Contest hosted by the Wisconsin Cheese Makers Association in Madison, WI. The cheese scored 99.6 out of a possible 100 points, beating 59 other entries.
A little history...obviously, the Tillamook Valley was ideal for dairy cattle in the mid-19th century, but transporting the milk and butter over the mountains surrounding the valley was a problem. In 1854, several farmers from the county built a schooner named the Morning Star to transport butter to Portland; the schooner is now featured as part of the co-op's logo, and a replica is on display at the cheese factory.
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Two farmers established the county's first cheese factory in 1894 and in 1909, an association was founded by ten independent dairy farmers. The rest is Cheese History.
This is the main factory and what they've done is built an observation area on the second floor so you can look down into the factory area.
I imagine all the folks that work there are accustomed to being stared at by now.
It has got to be a tough job . . . hour after endless hour checking out the cheese. I'd think I'd rather work at the beginning of the process; y'know, mixing up the ingredients and getting the whole process started.
The cheese comes in and the cheese goes out...
Hahaha, you hungry yet?
I'm guessing the guy in white is a supervisor or something given that he's just standing around with his hands in his pockets looking meaningful. You know how those manager types are.
They even have one guy who sits there and if a block is too heavy, he trims off a bit and if it's too light he sends it back in to be reprocessed. They do have it down to a science.
The science of making money, Honey!!
This hallway separates two areas of the factory. On the right is the area we just saw where they process the small, one-pound chunks of cheese.
To the left is the heavier, chunkier cheese.
And they are heavy and chunky.
See the little screen to the front of the guy? It's a scale and each of those chunks weights about 40 lbs. That guy? His job is to fold up the sealed end of the bag and then flip the bag over and line up the open end of the bag so it can go into the machine to the left, the one with the orangish top, and have the whole bag sealed.
Forty pounds.
Gotta have some good muscle tone in those forearms.
Forty pounds; flip; forty pounds; flip!!
But they seem to take their time and have a rest between the flips.
Ah, the big vats for mixing up the ingredients.
So there isn't a lot to the factory tour. You get to see the two areas where they make and then package the cheese. They do have a lot of displays explaining the process and giving the history of the cheese industry in Tillamook.
Then, when you're finished, they have a very generous sampling station. Generous in that you can get your own samples...and I was sorely tempted to stay there at the curd station, sampling. Again and again. For a while.
Mmmmmmm...
Surprise, surprise...after the sampling station they have a very large selection of...
Wha...!?!
Cheeses. Remember those little blocks of cheese we saw earlier?
The finished product.
I don't know why but I am continually surprised . . . and disappointed at the cost of cheese. It's just so tasty it should be cheaper.
Right!?!?!
Mmmmmm...Bacon Pickle.
Hahahahaha, I seriously doubt you'd ever see a jar of any of these on my table.
Annnnnnd, you can get your obligatory souvenir t-shirt, too.
Hahaha, they've learned what side of the bread the cheese goes on and they're not shy about presenting opportunities for you to get your special souvenir.
Mind you, this is the store coming off of the tour and they had all kinds of edibles and touristy thingies.
Like this Christmas Ornament.
Fun Facts: They take old VW busses and then spiff them up in a number of different configurations and send them out around the country to introduce folks to Tillamook Cheese.
True Story: Some towering intellectuals in Sacramento area stole the mini VW cheese sampling buses along with their trailer and the Daddy Loaf truck which hauls the buses from city to city.
You have to marvel at the thought processes that occurred in making the decision to steal these buses. I'm wondering where they thought they could drive these around without being noticed at?
Below is a picture of the recovered buses. The geniuses evidently torched the truck. In a pique of anger, maybe, at the colossal stupidity of their crime?
Idiots, they're everywhere these days.
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After all that sight-seeing and cheese-tasting, I was hungry. Fortunately, there is a cafe right next to the gift shop. Very convenient.
I'd done a little Internet research and knew that we could eat there. Care to take a guess at what kind of sandwich we ordered?
Go ahead, guess.
We were ready to eat.
There's not much I find to complain about in this area so far but this, along with the odd-tasting butter at the movies, is my biggest complaint!!
Pepsi!!
What the heck!?!?!
Yeah, that's right. Pepsi, for God knows what reason, is the main drink around here. Pepsi!?! This is discomforting. It's unsettling. It's weird.
Needless to say, we both had water with our lunch.
OK, did you guess what kind of sandwiches we got at the Cheese Factory?
Hahaha, right!!
Grilled Cheese Sammies!!
C'mon, we had to order them. It'd be like going to a Starbucks and ordering a, shudder, Pepsi if we didn't get a Grilled Cheese Sammie here . . . at the Cheese Factory.
And they were good. I look contented.
And because we had both been good kids we got ourselves a treat at the Ice Creamery.
Busy, busy, busy.
This one got herself a Chocolate Fudge Sundae.
So we had a pleasant and enjoyable lunch and we were ready to hit the road again.
But wait!! There's more!!
You don't get out that easy!! Remember they had the store where you could buy cheese and such and then the gift shop.
Before you get out there is another, upscale gift shop by the exit. This one deals with higher end souvenirs and other kinds of this and that for your home.
Oh, yeah, plenty of necessary stuff here!!
Hahaha, there we were in a Cheese Factory right next to Historic Highway 101 and there's a sign about Historic Route 66.
Ah, America. You silly goose, you.
Obviously, these guys have never popped a top on Brew 102.
Hahaha, let's take a little detour down Memory Lane, shall we.
Mentioning Brew 102 brought back some memories of a long ago time in a mythical Kingdom called, L.A.
Brew 102 was a locally brewed beer in that land and it was cheap. Although it has been long gone, the brewery closed in the early 80s, they still leave their footprint on the L.A. psyche.
They actually routed Highway 101 around the brewery way back when and the curve still remains even though the brewery is long gone.
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And my personal story, I was familiar with the Brew growing up. I don't think I ever drank it in high school, Coors being the beer of preference for my crowd way back then.
But it was 1969 and me and another bunch of Marines were pretty much broke. I mean there was only change in the pocket kind of broke and it was the weekend. We pooled all our money together and came up with about $2 and so we bought a case of Brew 102 to help us get through the weekend.
Hahaha, it was sooooooo bad, we threw it away. It tasted that bad that we didn't even try a second can. Honest, you know it's some real skunk beer when a hardy band of young Marines can't drink it!!
Maybe they should have tried that 103rd concoction.
Hahahaha, that's my memory of Brew 102. Oh, the owner was also associated with great beers like Lucky Lager and a slightly better brew, Falstaff. Like 102, you don't see those beers around these days.
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Alright, back to our current story and all the geegaws and gimcracks they had for sale.
I was impressed with this because who wouldn't want to own an actual Sand Castle. Made out of sand. Made. Out. Of. Sand.
What won't they think of next, eh?
And some glass floats.
Hahaha, Carol says that if we don't find one on the beach, she's going to buy a glass ball, hide it herself and then have me find it so she can say we found one on the beach.
Hahahaha, that's one way of doing it.
And always a necessary accouterment for the well-designed and tastefully decorated house...Betty Boop.
Fun Facts: Betty was created by Max Fleischer and appeared in Talkatoon and Betty Boop films making her first appearance in 1930.
A caricature of a Jazz Age flapper, Betty Boop was described in a 1934 court case as: combin[ing] in appearance the childish with the sophisticated - a large round baby face with big eyes and a nose like a button, framed in a somewhat careful coiffure, with a very small body of which perhaps the leading characteristic is the most self-confident little bust imaginable.
Despite having been toned down in the mid-30s as a result of the Hays Code to appear more demure, she has become one of the best-known and popular cartoon characters in the world.
Hahaha, Betty Boop was originally a caricature of Helen Kane.
Boop-Boop-Sie-Doop!!
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Heading back, going south now on the 101, we stopped at a small rest stop along the way. It seems most roads have a creek, stream or river running next to it.
And we found the river flowing easily next to the rest stop.
Ahhh, Spring.
It was an idyllic setting.
And Carol found some chickens.
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She was able to call them over to her and sat for a while with them, just enjoying the moment.
And me? I was walking down and then up the river taking in the sights...and sounds.
Until Carol broke out of her reverie and came up to join me.
It was a beautiful day with plenty of sunshine, although not all at once.
Hola!!!
When we left the rest stop, I saw a sign for Cape Lookout State Park and so we took off that way.
Hahaha, we should have done our homework. There is a park and it does have some scenic lookouts but, and this is a big but, to get to them you have to take this trail, the Cape Trail, or...
...this one, the North Trail.
Decisions, decisions. The deciding factor was this...it took about an hour to get to the end of either trail. And, after all that going down, you had to come...back...up.
Uh, no thanks.
Good-bye.
That detour was a bust. But we did get one view of the ocean on our way out.
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But when we went back, rather than going all the way back to the 101, we turned onto Sandlake Road and that took us along the coast.
We passed some beach areas and when we got to a point where we could park safely and take a look around, I pulled over.
There's the beach behind us. It's part of, I think, the Cape Kiwanda State Natural Area.
And they had these idjits out. Can you see the guy in the lower right? He must have wiped out and got thrown from his ski-jet.
And just a bit below us was this couple enjoying a more leisurely walk on the beach.
We could see some large rock formations out in the water. Carol broke out her binoculars and began looking for birds.
And I walked around and got some pictures. Love the flora around here.
These weathered trees are an especial treat to see.
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There was a car already parked there when we pulled up and then, after a while, this fellow got out and came over to join us. He told us there were whales just off the coast and pointed out where we might be able to see them.
And he was right!! We spotted several spouts out in the water.
His name is Ernie and he grew up in the area. He had a couple good stories about plane crashes and life in the area plus he knew where to see the whales.
Hahaha, I didn't mention it, but doesn't he look like Lionel Barrymore? How about it, Ernie, has anyone ever mentioned that to you before?
Using the zoom, I was able to 'see' a bit of the activity along the beach. Yeah, you can drive your car onto the beaches here.
After a good conversation with Ernie, we were on the road, again. This is the usual sight along the backroads in Oregon. At least this part of Oregon.
We were pretty much hugging the coast on this road and so it was no surprise when we came to a city, Pacific City, down the road.
This place really struck me as a young, Spring Break Party Town. It was just the vibe. It felt different from the beaches down our way. Looked a bit different, too.
Here's a shot of the beach area off to the side where they park the cars on the beach.
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This looks like something Bob Falfa would drive. (Trivia Test: Name that movie)
Surf's up, Kahuna!!
Chillin' on the beach enjoying the sights and the sounds maybe listening to the soundtrack from American Graffiti, the movie that had Bob Falfa, played by Harrison Ford, racing his hot rod Chevy against Ron Howard.
Did you get it? Of course you did.
And the kites were out today. There were several but I just shot this patriotic one. We'll be getting our kite soon enough.
Looking north from the beach access. There's a rocky knoll pushing out into the ocean and there, behind it is a sandy hill.
Hahaha, loving the beach.
Chief Kiawanda Rock. This rock was named after one of the early tribal leaders of the Nestuggas tribe. Over the years it has morphed into the more common Kiwanda as in Cape Kiwanda. This rock is also known as Haystack Rock but that is less used because of the more popular Haystack Rock to the south.
All kinds of beach activity. Ok, so, as I took this, I heard the girl, second from the front, making some snide comment about her Dad as he rode his bike, successfully I might add, onto the beach. I mention this because she chickened out and stopped abruptly as she went onto the sand causing the girl in the blue jacket behind her to take a tumble and the other kids to have to veer off to avoid a collision.
Hahahaha, teenagers and their superior attitudes!!
Near as I could make out, all they do on this sand hill is walk up and walk down. I didn't see any vehicles trying to get up or down nor did I see any sleds, skis or whatever skimming down the slopes.
Seems like a missed opportunity to me. Grab an old cardboard box and let loose, I say.
A beach scene for Spring Break in Pacific City, 2015.
CB
The parking for this beach was . . . different. You can't tell it too well here but there are several cars there in the middle and they aren't going anywhere until someone moves their car and allows them a way out. They are boxed in. Crazy way to run a parking lot.
We passed a lot of wildlife refuge areas and parks. We found this at a public parking lot along the beach.
As we neared home, I veered off 101 to go up Oregon 18. There's a small town there named Otis that I wanted to see. I had read an article about it and its claim to fame is that it has been sold twice in the last 20 or so years. The whole thing, lock, stock and barrel. And that includes a small restaurant that is suppose to be well-known for their delicious breakfasts.
We found it and I pulled off on one of the side roads so I could meander around a bit...with my camera.
They look like working horses to me. I admit, I am not any kind of a horse expert...I'm lucky if I don't confuse them with large dogs.
Still, I was struck by how pretty this tableau was.
With a river across the street. Oregon has got more than its fair share of rivers.
And this detail. Sometimes it pays to look down and to look small.
By now, just like with this blog, I was running out of juice. I did get a shot of my faithful Mini. That's the restaurant on the right there and Oregon 18 directly in front of us.
Now can you see why I was thinking of a working horse, one used to pull things, when I saw these guys.
You might think that would be the end of this blog but you'd be wrong. Very, very wrong.
March 22, 2015
Hahaha, no, I'm trying to wrap up several days worth of Passing Time (see the aptly named title of this particular blog) and I have one more day and then we'll be done.
Honest.
We live next to the beach. Have I mentioned that before? Well, we do and because we do you'll be getting a lot of pictures of this particular daily phenomena, the setting sun.
Quick, Carol!! The sun is setting AGAIN!! We may never see this again, c'mon!!
Hahaha, yeah, it's sorta like that. It's fun each time we go out. And this time, we got to see some folks out flying their kite.
Let's go fly a kite, up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring.
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go, fly a kite!!
Quick!! What movie is that song from?
Did you guess Mary Poppins?
You're right!! Good on you.
and another shot of the sun setting over the Pacific...behind our house...next to the beach.
Hahahahahaha!!
Then Carol took off because she is spontaneous, quickly and sometimes outright silly.
And I got this shot of her literally jumping for joy with life.
Meanwhile, Junior let his two little sisters fly his kite. It was windy and he had to lean back against the pull of the kite and these two little girls had to combine their weight just to keep the kite from getting away with them.
See that little dot out there on the horizon...Carol.
And the kids were doing good. They lost it several times and the kite had dove, hard, into the ground but now they were doing better.
Looking north, up the beach.
Hold on, girls!!
Can you see the elephant's head? Hahahaha, our inner kid, well, actually, Carol's inner kid saw the elephant's head and then pointed it out to me.
We'll be getting our kite, soon.
Count on it.
Then, once we finally get settled and organized, we're gonna get a couple of kayaks.
Hahaha, great fun!!
CB
One final look back at the sun setting as we walk back home.
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What a great couple days. Taken individually, they weren't all that much but collectively, they were a lot of fun. Keeping busy.
I guess the fun is where you find it and that's governed by your attitude as much as your opportunities. We choose to find the fun in the simple things. I guess that's where our emphasis is. That and, of course, getting a kite, soon.
Then, when we get settled and organized, we're gonna get a couple kayaks.
Hahahaha, life is good.
Hooah!!
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