Our porch as we depart. I thought our raggedy-ass scene and wanton cat-house business might be made the funnier when contrasted with the glamorous lifestyle we were hours away from dabbling in. As it turned out, I was right.
Grey and a little clammy; we flee Aberdeen!
I’m unsure if anyone has appreciated a flight more than Nels. He was delighted. Phee acts like a pro. She’s flown about three times as often as he has though.
Crater Lake. When I’m in a car, I read and re-read the map. On a flight, I survey the terrain. Stunning – and humbling.
OK seriously, airline-that-shall-not-be-named – y’all should know better than to talk up your coffee on a plane heading out of Portland, Oregon. There’s nothing you can do to compete!
Um, that’s more like it? In-N-Out Burger. Peerless restaurant. Last time I was in CA we had a death in the family but you bet we made time to get here.
One of about three massive pool attractions at the Hyatt Regency in Huntington Beach. The most lush accommodations I’ve yet had the privilege to experience.
Night-swimming right away. Of course.
We met my mom out for dinner. This place was like a massive warehouse of seafood. You know that Simpsons episode where Burns dredges the entire seafloor to make “Li’l Lisa Slurry”? This place was like that!
Ralph made a friend!
Phoenix impressed us with her LOVE ACUMEN
Feeding the Hyatt’s koi. The biggest I’ve seen. Kind of horrible in their way.
Breakfast: the family loved this place – a waffle-oriented scene. But me? I needed something more
Phee – another swim.
Doppio Zero. The owner loved his product and the family there was entirely sweet. Also: the best cannoli I’ve ever, ever tasted:
At my grandparents’ place on Saturday night: at the bonfire. I was pleased my children – despite not knowing many of their relatives, and the guests, who were there – were not too shy to pick up a musical instrument or two and do some playing.
At the hotel, after yet another swim! My only regret on the trip: a room service meal. I wasn’t hungry enough for it and it was awfully expensive. Delicious, though!
Sunday morning: farewell to my grandparents’ place. Forever. That’s a little rough.
This pic: somewhere in between lunch (with my mother) and our trip to the Aquarium of the Pacific.
For some reason, in the lorikeet aviary I was the only person graced with a bird on her shoulder. My smile is one of pure delight!