Pismo Beach

We’re at Debbie’s folks house. Debbie’s mom ended up with an emergency heart problem and ended up spending some time in the hospital. She was able to come home just in time for Thanksgiving so we decided to have Thanksgiving here. The fire sure make you sleepy.

Brad came down and brought some work with him.

Stacey admires the turkey just off the barbeque.

The table is set and Ty is saving a place at the head of the table.

Here is the spread.

Debbie and Stacey dig in.

Brad also hams it up with turkey.

The group minus Jim and Jim.

After dinner the kids amused themselves with an inappropriate YouTube video.

All the Way to Concord

We are parked for the night at the Air Museum in Tillamook, OR. The Museum is housed in a WWII blimp hanger. It dwarfs the Horizon in the foreground. While I visited the museum Debbie drove into town to a “one of the best” quilt stores. Believe it or not, she spend as much time at the quilt store as I did in the museum!

On the way down the coast we stopped and checked out Gold Bluff Beach Campground. A nice spot right on the beach but all the sites were too small for Horizon.

Along the way to the beach we passed by some Elk grazing in a meadow and I had to stop and grab a picture of this magnificent animal.

Finally we are home and our kids stop by for a visit. I didn’t post a picture of Stacey because she closed or half closed her eyes in all of them. Blake is wearing a hat that Debbie knitted.

Brad is happy to see us return home.

Now its off to Pismo Beach to Debbie’s folks house for Thanksgiving. Ty enjoys a story before a nap.

Astoria

We took a day trip across the bridge over the Columbia River to Astoria, OR.

For lunch we went to the Rouge Public House passing by one of the river pilot boats moored behind a break water.

The Rouge is located at the end of a long one way wooden pier. Yes its misting off and on.

Inside the Rouge restaurant.

We had Fish & Chips and one of beers that they brew. Both were great.

After lunch we drove over to Fort Clatsop which was Lewis & Clark's winter encampment 1805-1806 and has been re-constructed. A trail passes by a statue of Sacagawea.

The fort entrance gates.

Deb explores the inside of the fort.

Now we’re entering the Fort Stevens site. Ty is getting tired of site seeing!

On the way back to camp we stopped and replaced four tires on the Jeep. I have been boycotting French stuff after they refused to allow our bombers to fly over their country on their way to Libya. I remember at the time all the weak-kneed libs went ballistic and threatened terrorist would retaliate. Just the opposite happened and the name Kaddafi disappeared from the headlines! Ops, anyway Ty had to get out of the Jeep while the tires were installed and he loved the waiting area. The tires make great cat forts.

Later back at camp Debbie and I decided to go watch the sunset. I asked Ty if he wanted to go with us but he apparently didn’t want to go.