When we were packing for 2 weeks in the Great Northwest, we forced ourselves to put long sleeve shirts and light jackets into the suitcase. None of those items have been used since last February 7th around here. As always, it seems like it has been a hot and humid 102 forever. It seems like it is hot everywhere in the world. But wisely we each tucked clothing with extra fabric into our single piece of luggage - what a waste. It was in the 90's in Montana, in the 90's in Idaho. And the day we arrived in what was expected to be rain sodden Eugene, Oregon, it was 101 degrees! Hell. It was only 103 degrees back in Garland that day.
Inga took to the couch, while Sue and I had her bedroom. The windows were open to allow the cooling night vapors seep into the blistering interior. It being a hot Friday night meant that all of the raucous revelers also had their apartment windows open, so we had several competing parties from which to choose from and vicariously revel. The loud, but rather poor singing was only punctuated by the inebriated voices emanating from 18th Avenue. Kind of reminds me of being back in college.
Looking for some of the fable Oregon cold, wet air, we opted to go as far west a possible. The next day was declared a beach day. Inga preferred Newport over Florence, so it was north on I-5, cut west at Corvalis on to Newport, home of the Japanese dock that washed ashore after being broken loose from it moorings by the tsunami. Alas, the tsunami dock which had travel across the Pacific had been removed. All that was left for us to enjoy was a sunny day on an expansive beach, wading through the surf.
*** IT IS HERE THAT MY CAMERA BATTERY DIES ***
I realize the next day that the camera battery is past the point of being able to be recharged. Not to fear, my phone can be a camera. I can still take photos during our vacation.
*** IT IS NOW TIME TO FEAR ***
[Two week after my return from vacation, my phone (with stored vacation photos) has it's touch screen go kaput. For those of you that log in just to look at the pictures. Sorry, no vacation photos for rest of the blog.]
We wandered into Newport for some lunch. The ever and over popular Mo's Chowder House was packed out the door. We were hungry, so Ocean Bleu Restaurant a few blocks down the street worked just fine for us. We picked up a bag of saltwater taffy to give our dog-sitter once we got back to Texas.
I drove the 50 miles down Highway 101 to Florence, then cut inland to get back to Eugene. It would be nice to pull in to one of those coastal camps and stay awhile. But I'll have to return some other cool and foggy summer day.
Inga took to the couch, while Sue and I had her bedroom. The windows were open to allow the cooling night vapors seep into the blistering interior. It being a hot Friday night meant that all of the raucous revelers also had their apartment windows open, so we had several competing parties from which to choose from and vicariously revel. The loud, but rather poor singing was only punctuated by the inebriated voices emanating from 18th Avenue. Kind of reminds me of being back in college.
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| Take Off Your Shoes Come and Get Some Saltwater Between Yer Toes! Sue & Inga at Newport, Beach |
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| Ladies In Wading |
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| Inga Makes A Splash |
*** IT IS HERE THAT MY CAMERA BATTERY DIES ***
I realize the next day that the camera battery is past the point of being able to be recharged. Not to fear, my phone can be a camera. I can still take photos during our vacation.
*** IT IS NOW TIME TO FEAR ***
[Two week after my return from vacation, my phone (with stored vacation photos) has it's touch screen go kaput. For those of you that log in just to look at the pictures. Sorry, no vacation photos for rest of the blog.]
We wandered into Newport for some lunch. The ever and over popular Mo's Chowder House was packed out the door. We were hungry, so Ocean Bleu Restaurant a few blocks down the street worked just fine for us. We picked up a bag of saltwater taffy to give our dog-sitter once we got back to Texas.
I drove the 50 miles down Highway 101 to Florence, then cut inland to get back to Eugene. It would be nice to pull in to one of those coastal camps and stay awhile. But I'll have to return some other cool and foggy summer day.
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