Our annual trip with our "summer friends" was to Oregon this year. We're glad we had that planned since so much of Washington was forcibly shut down. It was chilly, so of course we had to dress warmer than I like to in the summer. Fortunately we only had to get a new wetsuit for Dillon so the kids could enjoy the ocean.
The beach is too far to walk with any swim stuff so the kids usually rode in the back of their truck. They loved it.
Daddy and Rene have their bromance joke. They always have to do something like they're gay dad's raising kids alone. I didn't catch their shenanigans this year though.
We went into town and took a whale watching tour. It was not what I expected. Did we see a whale? Yes. One whale, the same whale, all we did was follow it down the coast for 45 minutes. We saw it frequently, it never did anything exciting and we ended up seasick. I actually talked to a crew member that used to captain the ship (he's retired now and was just helping out that day). I learned more from him than the tour guide that just kept saying "there she blows". Apparently they can tell the whales apart based on scarring. They have whales there that don't migrate, they live there year round. I believe it was around 7 of them. He described the rock shelves that push the food up along the bluffs so that's where the whales like to hang out.
It's impossible for my boys to be near a hill or rocks and NOT climb around.


















































