Kiwanda and Kites: Pacific City: Day 2

On the beach this morning a man was making bubbles:

  
Obie had never been on sand. He is not a fan:

  
Save me, Dad:

  
G stayed with Obie while Scott, Emily and I climbed the dune. We are the 3 little dots on the left at the top:

  
We flew the kite, which actually flew itself.

   
 

And G had the mandatory “Outlaw tequila.”

 

We think the baby has pink eye. No picture of this. I read him a magazine. There were pictures of cats in it. I am a good meower:

 

Now it is time to watch the sun set over the Pacific and have a bonfire and eat s’mores. Those pics tomorrow, when we leave here and return to Portland. 

  

Pacific City. Day 2

Pacific City is soft sand dunes and dogs and surfers in full hypothermia gear.

Pacific City is icy water and cold beer and hot coffee.

Pacific City is horsehoes and ice cream and Farmers Markets and fire pits.

Pacific City is the US Open and gimlets and burgers on the grill.

This is me practicing my  interpretive dance moves in the horsehoe pit.

 

Getting stimulated.

  He ain’t heavy, he’s my grandson.
  

We are family.  (G is taking the picture.) G has taken all the pictures. I am just learning the “law of thirds.”

  

Boring scenery picture.