Lighthouse day

As mentioned previously, our girls absolutely love lighthouses.  We tried to get to Newport one afternoon to see the lighthouses nearby but when we stopped for a late lunch at Flashbacks but the service was soooo slow that it took 20 minutes to order and then 45 minutes to get our food.   As I had a super exciting date with the other moms to do laundry in Florence that evening, we had to turn back and plan for another day out.

On our way to Yaquina Bay we saw a rather disturbing sight – at least for those of us who RV.

What a mess!  And on the door of the house – a No Smoking sign.  So onward we went to again encounter an unnerving sight.

Yup, someone managed to destroy the guard rail and drive off the side of the hill.  It’s a heck of a long way down to the beach but we couldn’t tell how far off-road the vehicle went.  Regardless, it’s a pretty freaky thing to see when you’re terrified of heights!  The road to Newport reminds me of the Sea To Sky highway – loads of curves and way to steep for my comfort level.

Any who, onto the lighthouses.  At Yaquina Bay they had a video running about the history behind the site and H was totally freaked out by a ghost story they told and wouldn’t leave my side until we left the building.

After a quick, windy picnic we made our way to the lighthouse at Yaquina Head.  The interpretive centre was quite neat and the girls had fun playing old-fashioned games and colouring as well.  Instead of hiking up to the lighthouse itself, we took the chance that there would be parking available.  This next shot is the view from our parking spot.

This lighthouse is Oregon’s tallest but your have to be 42 inches tall to climb it.  So I stayed behind with K who refused to stand properly against the measuring stick so she wasn’t allowed up.

Fortunately the weather was gorgeous that day so the view went on forever!


The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper;

I cannot quite make it out.

~Annie Dillard


Dog days of summer

Summer is winding down, just a few short days until the girls are back in school – fortunately they are all excited about it.  We had a great time in Oregon not only camping but doing some tax-free back-to-school shopping.  New shoes, shorts, dresses with matching socks and brand new glow-in-the-dark pink skeleton pajamas.  The girls were given a set of the jammies a couple of Christmases ago, but as they just keep growing (should I stop feeding them to keep them little?) and have all made holes in the knees due to excessive wear, I bought each of them a new set.

Pete bought himself more cool graphic tees but I only bought a pair of shorts and a shirt.  I can shop for hours for stuff for the girls but absolutely despise shopping for me!  So our first night, spent in the WalMart parking lot at Wood Village was cheaper for us than the other families we were with – just groceries for us.

Our trip was with 4 other families so there were 9 grown-ups and 11 kids altogether – oh, yeah 3 dogs too!




The dogs all get along quite well although it took Echo a few times to clue in that she really shouldn’t eat Molly’s food unless she wants to see directly down Molly’s throat!  Cute but not so bright.

All the kids had an absolute blast whether it was playing at the beaches or looking at lighthouses.  Our girls developed a love for lighthouses last summer when we visited the Umpqua River lighthouse.  Our family visited 3 more this year.  The other families came with us to the Heceta Head lighthouse just outside of Florence.  As we were staying at the Jessie M. Honeyman State Park, it was fairly close.  That same day we had all headed to the Sea Lion Caves where we expected to be gagging from the stench.  I guess that fact that it was overcast, cool, windy and that the sea lions were all outside made for a surprisingly fresh air experience!



I’ll try to post more vacation photos in the next few days but now I really should start thinking about get my photos printed and my scrapping started!


” Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time”

Edwin P. Whipple