We made it to the beach, it's sunny, and we even got a campsite (even though the sign said "Campground Full"). I told Mom I wanted to come to the beach to tidepool because the first graders usually do that in the spring.
We're out of the car, we crossed a stream, crazy Oregon kids are boogie-boarding when it's only 60 degrees!
This morning, we found the best beach in the world! Mommy and Daddy are going to retire to Otter Rock, Oregon – at least for a year.
Did YOU see one of these today?
Look at our tunnel – and there's another one out to the ocean (see it?). This is the Devil's Punchbowl; it's a little punchier at high tide.
I'm ignoring you people. Tide, please come in and save me.
I'm sorry, Mr. S. You're going to have to stay here if the anemone decides he wants to digest you.
Gives new meaning to the term "star party."
No, you guys go ahead. We'll hang out here.
Not only did this beach have tidepools with sea stars, anemones, and mussels; caves; and a smiley pirate flag; but it also had agates! And beach glass. Fourteen years in Oregon, and the place never ceases to impress me.
Good thing this one's so handsome, because it looks like he's going to have his Mommy's beaver teeth for a few years.
Yup, we parents felt like this at the end of Saturday.