It feels like we just got back from West Virginia, but that's still too long for us to sit still. The temperatures are ramping up here in southern Oregon even though we're not nearly as bad as the rest of the country. Lucky for us we have the option of picking up and heading out to the coast where it's twenty degrees cooler and chock full of salty, sandy adventures. On Wednesday that's exactly what we did, following the gorgeous Smith River down into California and then turning north for a few more miles to Brookings, Oregon.We rolled in just as everyone else was checking out of Harris Beach State Park and were able to nab a sweet little camping spot before heading down to the beach. Bubba discovered a new favorite past time: ripping apart the long, rubbery snakes of bull kelp washed up on shore. We can't figure out which part he likes better, the satisfying popping sound when he first tears them open or the firm yet yielding texture which allows for utter annihilation.
There were several cool rock formations to scramble over, under and around in search of hidden treasure. I think Carl is looking for whales.
My two favorite boys.
I'm still a big kid when it comes to tidepooling. There's nothing better than sticking your finger in the biggest sea anemone you can find.
We found plenty of little crabs, but this time turned up some new ones. I've never seen the ones with the bigger claws before, and so far in my internet perusals I haven't been able to come up with an identification.
This may possibly be the best picture of all time.
Watching the sun drop into the ocean, just another one of my favorite hobbies.
The next morning we headed into town for some breakfast and managed to squeeze into Mattie's Pancake House. It was bursting at the seams with families on vacation, biker gangs passing through, and locals in for their usual. Carl got the fresh crab omelette and I was almost jealous, except that my Swedish crepes with lingonberry butter kept my mouth occupied the whole time. If you're ever passing through Brookings, you should definitely stop by.
There were several cool rock formations to scramble over, under and around in search of hidden treasure. I think Carl is looking for whales.
My two favorite boys.
I'm still a big kid when it comes to tidepooling. There's nothing better than sticking your finger in the biggest sea anemone you can find.
We found plenty of little crabs, but this time turned up some new ones. I've never seen the ones with the bigger claws before, and so far in my internet perusals I haven't been able to come up with an identification.
This may possibly be the best picture of all time.
Watching the sun drop into the ocean, just another one of my favorite hobbies.
The next morning we headed into town for some breakfast and managed to squeeze into Mattie's Pancake House. It was bursting at the seams with families on vacation, biker gangs passing through, and locals in for their usual. Carl got the fresh crab omelette and I was almost jealous, except that my Swedish crepes with lingonberry butter kept my mouth occupied the whole time. If you're ever passing through Brookings, you should definitely stop by.
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