“Cheddar Cheeses and Ocean Breezes…” –Caption of a flyer advertising the Oregon Coast, which does indeed offer up the heady mixture of Pacific Ocean waves and dairy farms.
And enjoy fresh ice cream in an extremely scenic parking lot.
and we all run over to it to take pictures and giggle in a very mature way and then postulate theories on what services exactly Dave would be able to provide, especially with that big squeegee on the sign there.
Arrive with trepidation at the beach house that I was totally responsible for reserving and then breathe a sigh of relief when it isn’t a shithole that my friends will kick my ass for getting…
Here’s Neighbor B (still a bit sleep deprived), Baby Neighbor (the sleep depriverer), and that’s BioGirl on the side there, who by the looks of it, has been lasagna deprived.
We played a lot of pool too.
We also were outside a bunch, where we saw things like this come right out of the misty sea like a Decemberists song.
and–what a coincidence!- we have a marine biologist in our midst to tell us what the hell we are looking at.
To be continued…