The Oregon Coast

Last week, Meg, Anders, Jorja, and I headed to Portland to pick-up Grandma Ruth on the way to our ultimate destination -- the Oregon Coast. What an entertaining set of memories we created...

Those specks on the beach are Grandma and Meg in the rear -- and Anders and Jorja sprinting ahead.



Jorja taking a moment to inspect the sand -- while Anders continues his sprint along the ocean.



Meg and Jorja "running" from the waves.



Grandma in the midst of sand, sun, and driftwood.



Meg and Anders transporting one of many of Anders' "trees".



Jorja flinging herself -- over and over -- off the rocks into a small tidal pool.



Escaping the waves.



Heading back to the beach house -- sans pants.



Tidal pool explorations during a negative tide.



On the hunt for sea creatures.



High and mighty Meg.



Me and Mom.



Me and Meg.



Grandma and Jorja moving driftwood.



Grandma and the kiddos making a "fire".



Jorja at the park across the street from out beach house.



Hanging out on the front porch.



Lounging in the living room.



Interpretive dance with peacock feathers.



Watching the seals across the bay.



A lay-down revolt against taking another step.



Heading back out into the waves.



Bliss -- Part One.



Bliss -- Part Two.



A final day of wave chasing and retreating and chasing and...