The Fire Direction crew had a pleasant weekend vacationing along the Coast, staying at the Steward's House on the grounds of Fort Columbia, one of the rivermouth defenses I talked about during our discussion of the "Battle of Clatsop Plains" back in June.
Well, except the children.
No, I'm not kidding. Such is modern childrearing, at least around here and now.
I got up and ran the tub. Some things change in forty years.
Still, we all loved playing on the strand, and the huge kites at Long Beach, Washington, where we stumbled into something called the "kite festival". I had made sure to bring some beach agates, acquired at the local rock shop, to salt the beach near Cape Disappointment so that the Girl could find her treasured agates. The Boy did surprisingly well for a couple of days without videogames. Mojo slept late, read, walked, and relaxed.
Oh - and before I get off the subject, let me recommend the little "Columbian Cafe" to you. If you're ever in Astoria around suppertime, I thoroughly recommend you try this place; the freshest of local seafoods and pastas, all prepared in the master's unique style.