Rockaway Beach revisited. For a routine vacation this time of year, we go camping at Rockaway Beach in Oregon. At the campsite, Kayla, left, Kylie, right and I, filled plastic bottles with colored sand, read books, did the skit, ‘There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed the Fly’, and played hopscotch with pictures we drew of rain, clouds, snow, trees, water, and mountains. We tried to make a florescent rubber band bracelet from a finger loom, but it was so complicated for everyone including my husband, Joe, and their dad, Todd, that neither one of us could figure it out, so we turned the project into glow in the dark hats. The next day we went to the Cheese Factory in Tillamook and rode the train from Rockaway to Garibaldi. Our biggest thrill was running into the ocean, getting our feet wet, and aflying kites. A fierce storm was visiting the coast,
so the last day that we were there in Rockaway, we packed up our tents and left our place of leisure and excitement to return to Portland.