Less a narrative and more an excuse to post a bunch of pictures taken by the Man from The Dalles. A couple of mine too: you’ll know them by their cellphone camera suckitude. On to the story:
On our way to Neskowin this last weekend we took a slight detour in Tillamook. “I wonder if there is an air museum around here?” It turns out there was.
I forget how much I like the Tillamook Air Museum and what a great collection of planes they have. The lads went into every single trainer that they were allowed to; the Junior VP is now very possibly qualified to pilot an A-6. A few pics of various boys in various cockpits:
The view from the deck of our beach house. The house was very nice and in a perfect spot, but once all of us (including four lads under the age of five) moved in it was not too big. Giant deck though, and a great view. Wait, what is the deal with that guy standing on the beach?
Oh yeah. It is just the Chief Educator, flying his new Spiderman kite. The Jr. VP was very impressed.
Here is a selection of the beach house crew. A pre-trip memo went out that all of us were to wear red. I didn’t get it; apparently neither did Mrs. Aki. Everybody else did what they were told.
Another couple of members of the crew. Or would that be Crüe? Either way, the lad made a new friend this weekend.
Kjel.org on the beach.
Still more. Wait, I know those two from somewhere?
We didn’t know it at the time but there were some historic low tides at the coast while we were there. Petrified stumps that normally never see daylight were exposed out in the sand. At the lowest point I saw the waterline was at least 100 yards past Proposal Rock, the island between Neskowin and the open water. Not normal. So what did everyone do as soon as they saw the stumps? Practice their kung-fu of course. Crane Style with Beer is very powerful kung-fu, and not for the timid or weak of mind.
The Jr. VP displays his fine form. Now if I could only get him to paint the fence and wax the car too.
Of course in the evening we had a fire on the beach in front of our house. While the other kids had to go to bed, Junior was allowed to stay up past his bed time and hang out with the big kids, at least for a while. He held his own and was a fun person to have at the campfire. Well done little dude.
He loved feeding driftwood to the fire; this is my attempt to prevent a Stinkboy faceplant into said fire. It worked.
This was one of the ‘big kids’ Jr. was trying to keep up with. Mental ages? Similar.
Earlier in the day we’d played some golf at the fine Neskowin Marsh golf course (their motto: “No Shoes? No Shirt? No Problem!”) and someone perhaps neglected to put sunscreen on their neck. The only way that neck is getting redder is if I take up the banjo and move to Kentucky.
The trip was a success and thank you to everyone who went and put up with the occasional toddler screaming. See you at the Edumacators on the 4th of July.
