![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Nearing the end of vacation - an update
Finally an internet connection that works! Hurrah! *sigh* Now that I've said that, the connection will break the second I try to update. They hate me, oh yes.
Thursday (I think it was Thursday...) was a very busy day. For once we actually slept in - vacation in my family usually means waking up ungodly early and getting going. We were sloths and waited until 8am. Horrifying, I know. Eventually we got our lazy selves up and going.
We had breakfast at the 'Grateful Bread Bakery'. I love the name muchly. It was a very cute and hippie-like cafe that had absolutely wonderfully tasty baked goods. They also had scrambled eggs and oysters. Yes. Dad actually ordered that particularly disgusting dish. I couldn't even look at it. *shudders* Nice, tasty ham and eggs for me, with nice crunchy wheat toast. Yupyup. Keep those slimy filter-feeders away from me first thing in the morning.
On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at one of the beach access places. I decided to walk back to the hotel (some 1.5 - 2 miles away), and sis came with me. We had a great time, watching fog rise off the shallower waters, skipping broken sanddollars, and chasing seagulls. I managed to get my sneakers wet again, but that was fine. Once we got back to the part of the beach near the hotel mom and dad met us and we explored the tide pools for a while. Tide pools are wonderful things. They were full of sea anemonies, star fish, tiny crabs, and tube worms. I wish I had remembered to bring my camera on that walk, because they were all so beautiful.
One problem with family vacations is people who really do genuinely like each other have to spend way too much time together, and tempers run short. Mom thought it'd be a great idea to go swimming in the ocean and go boogie boarding. Mind, it'd only be a good job for sis and I to go. I have no intention to a) freeze my rear off in the Pacific and b) prance around in a wetsuit. I'd look like a beached whale. So I refused, and said I was going to go on a picture hunt of the town's bunnies. That wasn't such a great move on my part. I was told, though I'm sure she didn't mean it seriously (felt serious at the time) that maybe I was too old to come on family trips anymore, and I was a horrible person, yadda yadda yadda. Bother. Sis went boogying and I stormed off with my camera. In hindsight I should have held my temper long enough to put on some sunblock, but I just wanted out of the hotel room. I did get lots of pictures of bunnies, and took a long walk over the sand bluffs. Eventually I cooled down, and wandered back to the hotel... and discovered that I had manged to burn my face. Botheration. It isn't too bad, since I was out pretty late in the afternoon.
When the 'rents got back, it was like nothing ever happened. Family, what can you do? We went to dinner at the pub by the beach. It had pretty good food, but service was so slow it was easier to mark time by the hour than by the minute. Ah well. We went to the local mart and got some more Tillamook ice cream. Yummy.
The next morning we got up early and got on the road, deciding to have breakfast a couple towns down the road. Turned out to be a looooong way down the road. Once we got there, we found a very cute little breakfast shop. Evidently at some point in time the Martha Steward magazine had given them the thumbs up. I had a chicken and mango chutney omlette and a cinnamon roll - the unusual and the proven. The omlette was... different. The roll was tasty. *grin*
A verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry long time later we stopped for lunch in a small town further down the coast. I resisted the clam chowder once again and had yummy fish. I think I'm going to have to avoid fish for a long time after this trip.
Much, much later we rolled into Pacific City, Oregon. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. How it can be colder a day's travel south, I don't know, but it was. I kept my sweatshirt on the whole time. The view from the hotel was goregeous though.
Gotta go to bed, more update-ness later.
Thursday (I think it was Thursday...) was a very busy day. For once we actually slept in - vacation in my family usually means waking up ungodly early and getting going. We were sloths and waited until 8am. Horrifying, I know. Eventually we got our lazy selves up and going.
We had breakfast at the 'Grateful Bread Bakery'. I love the name muchly. It was a very cute and hippie-like cafe that had absolutely wonderfully tasty baked goods. They also had scrambled eggs and oysters. Yes. Dad actually ordered that particularly disgusting dish. I couldn't even look at it. *shudders* Nice, tasty ham and eggs for me, with nice crunchy wheat toast. Yupyup. Keep those slimy filter-feeders away from me first thing in the morning.
On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at one of the beach access places. I decided to walk back to the hotel (some 1.5 - 2 miles away), and sis came with me. We had a great time, watching fog rise off the shallower waters, skipping broken sanddollars, and chasing seagulls. I managed to get my sneakers wet again, but that was fine. Once we got back to the part of the beach near the hotel mom and dad met us and we explored the tide pools for a while. Tide pools are wonderful things. They were full of sea anemonies, star fish, tiny crabs, and tube worms. I wish I had remembered to bring my camera on that walk, because they were all so beautiful.
One problem with family vacations is people who really do genuinely like each other have to spend way too much time together, and tempers run short. Mom thought it'd be a great idea to go swimming in the ocean and go boogie boarding. Mind, it'd only be a good job for sis and I to go. I have no intention to a) freeze my rear off in the Pacific and b) prance around in a wetsuit. I'd look like a beached whale. So I refused, and said I was going to go on a picture hunt of the town's bunnies. That wasn't such a great move on my part. I was told, though I'm sure she didn't mean it seriously (felt serious at the time) that maybe I was too old to come on family trips anymore, and I was a horrible person, yadda yadda yadda. Bother. Sis went boogying and I stormed off with my camera. In hindsight I should have held my temper long enough to put on some sunblock, but I just wanted out of the hotel room. I did get lots of pictures of bunnies, and took a long walk over the sand bluffs. Eventually I cooled down, and wandered back to the hotel... and discovered that I had manged to burn my face. Botheration. It isn't too bad, since I was out pretty late in the afternoon.
When the 'rents got back, it was like nothing ever happened. Family, what can you do? We went to dinner at the pub by the beach. It had pretty good food, but service was so slow it was easier to mark time by the hour than by the minute. Ah well. We went to the local mart and got some more Tillamook ice cream. Yummy.
The next morning we got up early and got on the road, deciding to have breakfast a couple towns down the road. Turned out to be a looooong way down the road. Once we got there, we found a very cute little breakfast shop. Evidently at some point in time the Martha Steward magazine had given them the thumbs up. I had a chicken and mango chutney omlette and a cinnamon roll - the unusual and the proven. The omlette was... different. The roll was tasty. *grin*
A verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry long time later we stopped for lunch in a small town further down the coast. I resisted the clam chowder once again and had yummy fish. I think I'm going to have to avoid fish for a long time after this trip.
Much, much later we rolled into Pacific City, Oregon. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. How it can be colder a day's travel south, I don't know, but it was. I kept my sweatshirt on the whole time. The view from the hotel was goregeous though.
Gotta go to bed, more update-ness later.