This morning’s less than stellar wake up call was from the crows squawking loudly above our tent, followed by a little girl in a nearby tent singing B.I.N.G.O. at the top of her lungs. I guess every morning can’t be perfectly dreamy. Brian took the kids down to the beach and I headed off to the showers. Bad news; the entire bath- house was closed. Toilets, showers, sinks, everything. A little boy told me there was another bathhouse on the other side of the campground so I started trekking. I arrived just in time to see the camp host taping ‘out of order’ signs to its doors as well. I was jealous of the people who had gotten there earlier than I and were able to shower, until I found out that there had been a sewer line break and their water was likely contaminated. At that point I was very, very grateful that I had already showered. Brian was able to get cell coverage at the beach, and when he returned he shared the bittersweet news that grandma Betty had passed away. She will be greatly missed! She kept her spunky wit right up until the end. Brian and I were able to spend some time with her the weekend before we left and she was as endearing as ever. I can’t help but think about her reunion with her husband George, and how wonderful that must have been.
After packing up camp we visited a nearby botanical garden. I had fun pretending I was a nature photographer and playing around with different settings on my camera. Brian boldly braved the gift shop with the kids (an experience I’m starting to loathe) so they could pick up some postcards for their friends.
Then we were off to the tide pools. We found all sorts of fun creatures. I can’t get enough of this beautiful Oregon coastline!
Tonight we're staying in a cute little fishing cabin, with toilets and showers. Yay! There was also a laundry facility and a kitchen, but again no Wi-Fi.