Craig and I
finally got away to the beach over the weekend. For the first time this summer ... can that be right? We usually head to the beach the day after school's out, but events conspired to keep us away. Summer school schedules, College Board meetings, driving practice (for the 15 year old) ... and all of the sudden you realize it's the end of July and you haven't felt sand between your toes for a very long time. It seems life was less complicated when the boys were small and we headed to the beach nearly every weekend during the summer.
While we have many traditions that can't be skipped when we go to Lincoln City, we haven't developed those traditions in Seaside (other than, of course, setting up camp at
Del Rey Beach). But we're working on it. We lunched at Bagels by the Sea (visited for the first time last summer), bought a half dozen bagels to go for afternoon snacks and picked up a chocolate dipped vanilla cone at the Gearhart DQ on the way home. I consider that to be a fine start. Oh, and I should mention, I finished one sleeve on Craig's sweater. Knitting at the beach is one tradition that transcends location.
Craig and I finally got away to the beach over the weekend. For the first time this summer ... can that be right? We usually head to the beach the day after school's out, but events conspired to keep us away. Summer school schedules, College Board meetings, driving practice (for the 15 year old) ... and all of the sudden you realize it's the end of July and you haven't felt sand between your toes for a very long time. It seems life was less complicated when the boys were small and we headed to the beach nearly every weekend during the summer.
While we have many traditions that can't be skipped when we go to Lincoln City, we haven't developed those traditions in Seaside (other than, of course, setting up camp at Del Rey Beach). But we're working on it. We lunched at Bagels by the Sea (visited for the first time last summer), bought a half dozen bagels to go for afternoon snacks and picked up a chocolate dipped vanilla cone at the Gearhart DQ on the way home. I consider that to be a fine start. Oh, and I should mention, I finished one sleeve on Craig's sweater. Knitting at the beach is one tradition that transcends location.
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