This is turning into the summer of beaches (May - California, May - Lincoln City, August - Cannon Beach) and I'm liking it quite a bit.
My mom is in town and she wanted to do something fun with the kids so off to the coast we went.
Breakfast/lunch at Camp 18 was deeeeee-licious. Pancakes, sausage, eggs, biscuits and gravy, fried potatoes, mmm-hmm. Any place that serves cinnamon rolls the size of your head is a guaranteed winner.
There are statues carved from wood all over the restaurant -- inside and out. Right next to the cashier is a little bear with a chainsaw. When Payton saw it he jumped and immediately said: "Rule #862 - never give a chainsaw to a bear." That boy is a crack-up.
While at Camp 18 you also have to pose with the logger-dude.
And browse the antique logging equipment spread across the property.
Cannon Beach was beautiful as always.
There was this low mist that clung to the beach all day. I loved it -- very mysterious and romantic looking.
For the most part it was an overcast day, the sun peeking out here and there. But the temperatures were perfect -- no extra layers necessary. There was no wind. We played for almost 3 hours but could have stayed much, much longer. In my book, it was a near-perfect day on the Oregon coast.
The kids got to work doing what they love most at the beach . . . digging holes and building damns.
All so they could achieve this . . . "a hot tub".
They later went on to build companion hot tubs which were called Lake Payton and Lake Anna.
In between documenting with photos and video, I got to work doing this
laying on my back, nibbling on Twizzers, and occasionally capturing the action from a lower angle.
{Anna is getting a running head start for her cannon ball into Conner's hot tub}
And after seeing these happy faces, basking in 3 hours of relatively argument-free play, taking some time to relax myself while the kids contentedly played nearby . . . I'm mostly positive that we will need to visit the coast again before the summer is out.
