School ended June 15 ... a day that marked the beginning of summer for our family and permission to be free and careless for two and a half months, to be barefooted and dirty, and eat lots of fresh fruit in strange towns. Three days after the last day of school we packed up our little van and headed out of town to Oregon. We spent three days and two nights at Beverly Beach Park. In our memories camping is so idyllic, perfect, just kicking back and enjoying nature. These three days were a slight refresher about how much work camping is - interrupted by only a few minutes of peaceful idyllic perfect moments when you can enjoy nature (without somebody saying "Mommy" one more time).
I can't even guess how many times we heard the question "are we there yet" before the children just accepted their fate that 'no, we are not there yet and it will be a while'. That sweet anticipation was in all of us, about walking on the beach, digging in the sand and listening to the waves roar. It took only 3 hours of driving and a 3-hour-nap to get awaken to this sight.
It was raining and windy upon our arrival but we could see the upcoming break in the clouds.
{J building a bridge for crossing the stream (bridges, tunnels, windmills and screen-door repairs are his specialty after all)}
And an hour later the beach looked like this ... God is an amazing artist.
Capturing one of those peaceful moments, staring into the campfire .... a moment when nobody had sand in their eyes, had rocks in their shoes, had to go pee, wanted a drink, needed to be carried, lost his helmet or got a splinter ... a perfect moment, a moment which by we shall remember this trip.
Next day we were lucky to catch one of the local Newport beachmasters getting some sun ... priceless.
How lucky we are to live in such beautiful place.
Tune of the drive home:
"Dear Papa Duck
Dear Momma Duck
It's fun here at
Camp-Run-A-Muck"
-------Sang by Vidor over and over and over and over
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