We took our annual trip with all the Corrigans to Longbeach, WA. It's been a few years since I personally have been back there, since the last few years we went to Sunriver, then Dallas, then that one year I gave birth to Marcus :) So, all that to say it was so good to be back in the Tinker House, a remodeled 1890 landmark in town. Two houses nestled together, a short walk to the sandy white beaches. Perfect, perfect beach weather (once again!) - warm in the sun, cool in the shade, a few sprinkles in for good measure, but overall the BEST summer weather we could ever ask for. My big kids enjoyed body surfing, Marcus (who felt the waves were just too, too scary), enjoyed the sand, we all enjoyed time with our cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents... It was a smaller group this year with lots of husbands unable to take very much time off work, but we did have a very special time together, and I love how each year is unique in its own way.
Other highlights: arcade day for the kids at Funland, multiple trips to Scoopers for mile-high ice cream cones, souvenir shopping, lots of long walks, rides on the Hurl & Twirl (I mean Whirl & Twirl), hiking to the lighthouse, hiking to the donut shop, free horse/carriage ride through town, card games, Bingo, prizes, family puzzle, and the largest giant Oysterville oysters that you have ever seen. Remember that old show Fear Factor? I think "swallowing a raw oyster whole that's the size of your head" could have made the cut. Kyle attempted (teen nephews must have been impressed), and choked, then re-attempted, then chewed, more choking, then started waving the white flag. So, anyway, we also enjoyed some other smaller oysters as well, from the Fear Factor participant (aka BBQ master) Kyle.
All in all a sweet time with our family!
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He napped hard on this trip :) Play hard, nap hard! |
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BBQ'ing oysters |
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Family mascot, the Masters' dog Harley |
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Movie night |
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Fear Factor oyster |
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Marcus beach dancing |
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Max beach dancing |
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Lisa the sun worshiper (ha) |
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This is how oysters were meant to be eaten. |