Showing posts with label newport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label newport. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Breaking for Spring, Last in a Series

Our final stops on our Newport vacation were at the Newport Historic Waterfront Village and at the Sea Lion Caves.

The waterfront was a great place to try Mo's famous clam chowder and steamers. No kidding, Alice ate more steamers than almost anyone else. That girl surprises me with something new every day.
On the way out of Mo's we passed a few hole-in-the-wall souvenir shops, one of which had several smart-alec bumper stickers on display. Seth decided that this would be a grand time to demonstrate his reading prowess to his grandparents and began by announcing "If you are close enough to read this, then you can kiss my . . . (luckily my hand landed over his mouth just in time.)
I didn't personally hike down to the Sea Lion Caves with the rest of the crew because T was napping in the car. However, I'm told that my hypersensitive olfactory senses would probably not be sad they missed the sea lion's foul perfume.
Kids and cousins mugging with some pinnipeds.*

On our trip home we swung by Eugene to visit our old friends, Kyle and Amy. Thanks guys for hosting us for the night! We put the kids to bed and played games late into the night just like the old days. They joined us up in Salem the next day at AC Gilbert's Discovery Village too. I am still exhausted just thinking about all that fun.

*pin·ni·ped
adj. Of or belonging to the Pinnipedia, a suborder of carnivorous aquatic mammals that includes the seals, walruses, and similar animals having finlike flippers as organs of locomotion.
n. A mammal of the suborder Pinnipedia.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Breaking for Spring: First in a Series

Yaquina Bay Lighthouse in Newport, OR. T had a cold and used that as an excuse to turn into Mr. Cranky-Pants.
Waiting patiently in line to climb to the top. The tour guide filled the wait time by telling the kids all about how the lighthouse was haunted by a ghost. I was tempted to ask for the guide's home phone number so he could keep the kids company when they were up with nightmares later that evening.
The light. For some reason I kept wanting to sing songs from Pete's Dragon while I was looking at it.
Climbing the tower. Al was just barely tall enough (42 inches) to make the climb. T had to stay on the ground with Grandma.
The view from our beach front hotel room. Would that I could wake up to this every morning. Of course we only swam in the hotel pool, but the beach was a perfect place to fly kites and check out tide pools.
So maybe Newport isn't the sunniest place in the world to spend spring break, but we had a blast. Michael's parents came up from the motherland, and his brother and sister-in-law's family came too. Thanks for a great week guys!