The Day We Flew The Kites

If you haven't noticed, I'm working through these pictures randomly.  I still haven't found which memory card hold Monday's pictures, so today I have pictures from Friday.  Friday was our day at the beach house.  It was going to be warm on Friday.  The sun was going to shine and all was going to be right with the world for our last day in Oregon.  But it didn't quite work out that way . . . 

It wasn't until late afternoon that the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds and showed it's lovely face.  So out onto the beach we raced.

 

 And we flew kites and we threw footballs and we raced the waves - those pictures are still coming ...

 And we crammed our beautiful Friday into the a few good hours on Friday afternoon.  What a wonderful Friday it was!  That was the day we played Bingo with the kids, and hiked to the secret beach.  There is a story behind that hike.  On our Oregon trips, we like venture off into some "locals" area to get a real adventure on our vacation.  This trip Dave found out about a secret beach that you have to hike to, so not many people know about it or go there. We wanted to go at low tide so we could see the star fish and hermit crabs and things that were covered by the ocean at high tide.

 It was rainy and the wind was blowing, but we just jacketed up and went anyway.  Part way up a huge sand hill we met some local people and Dave talked to them about the direction of the secret beach.  They were a little concerned about us trying to hike there the such weather, until Dave mentioned we were from Utah.  Then they said, "You're from Utah?  Oh!  You're sturdy people.  You'll be fine." 

 I had not been described in quite that way before, but I was fine with being a "sturdy" person.  And it was a fun hike and a great beach.  By the way, these pictures are not of the secret beach.  I didn't take any.  Because it's a secret.  

 Just kidding.  This is Porter flying a kite.  On this windy Friday flying kites was so easy!  No running to try and get your kite in the air, no concentration to try and keep it there, you just walked outside, let the kite go, and up it went and up it stayed.  Even when a sneaker wave tipped Porter over in his chair and went  completely over him, covering him with water.  He came up out of the ocean hanging onto his kite string and the kite was still in the air :)

 It wasn't the weather we expected on Friday, but we made the best of it, and we made many, many memories. 

I will always remember our Oregon vacation and the day that was supposed to be great weather, but wasn't, and how we didn't sit around and mope.  We flew kites.