Pacific City to Portland

We left our great VRBO in Pacific City this morning, but last night we watched the sun set into the ocean (which is unusual for us East Coasters who only see the sun rise over the ocean.)

It was cold out there, at least for me who has the blood of a snake. But well worth it, especially going back home to Cooper Mountain Pinot and a fire in the firepit, and s’mores.




And this morning we strolled Obie to the coffee shop and stopped to say goodbye to the sand on the way home.





Back in Portland we went to the Food Trucks for lunch. G and I had Nasi Goreng which we haven’t had since Bali  and it was delicious and the people watching was even better. I love Portland.image






After a shower and a napitation, it was back to Em’s for coctails, Corn Hole and cuddling with this one:


The plan for tomorow is to go the the Japanese Gardens, and then to Salt and Straw for ice cream. It is hot here in Portland, and this weekend is supposed to set records here.

Okay. Another great day here in Portand. More tomorrow.




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.



Pacific City, OR Day 1

Pacific City, OR Day 1

Our VRBO here in Pacific is what Emily calls “fancy.” Scott says that’s just because the cabinets hang straight.

This is Obie’s first time sleeping  away from home. And Dude’s, too. (Dude is the chihuahua.) This is the “fire drill” trip for their Alaskan cruise in a few weeks.

After we settled in, we went to the Pelican Brewery here in Pacific City, hoping to sample some good brewskis and have a little dinner, but it was packed and the wait was too long. So,we’ll do that another day.

This was Obie’s first look at the ocean. He liked the sand.

imageI almost got Haystack Rock to grow right out of G’s head.


After dinner Obie contemplated the fire.


Was read to by Ira


Was hugged a lot


And eventually went to bed and after just a bit of crying, konked out.

Then G and Scott played horseshoes


And Em and I watched