I learned something this evening on the way home: the best view of the jet engine intake is not the back row — it’s the second to the back row. Good to know.
When we visit Cannon Beach, I like to walk to the south side of Haystack Rock to take pictures of the Needles. For this latest trip, it wasn’t much of a walk because we were staying at Hallmark Inn, just north of the rock. A couple of evenings ago, Suzi and I walked to take pictures.
This picture is interesting because Google+ automatically reviewed the pictures my phone uploaded, selected one and edited it. I like the result!
Here are the original picture and Google+’s version for your comparison:
Suzi and I were having so much fun at Cannon Beach that we decided to stay another night and invite the kids. What fun!
Happy New Year!
This evening, Heather and I walked around the neighborhood while the Earth continued spinning its path around the sun. The moon waited in the wings, soon to play a starring role.
- In addition to snapping the picture above, I learned that I’m gay. This, according to some discriminating bloke who hollered, “F**k you, f*g!” as he tooled by with his dirty pickup. This was a surprise, even to me. ;-) ↩
Saturday evening, I went on a bike ride to end the day. On the way back, I stopped at some favorite spots to take some pictures.
Suzi and I preceded the kids by a day on our Fourth of July camping trip. This is likely the first time Suzi and I have camped without the kids since Ashley appeared on the scene. Wow!
We had decided late in the game that we were going to go camping this weekend. There were no reservations available so we thought we’d throw a tent in the car and head to the beach on Thursday after Suzi got home from working the night, hoping to find a walk in campsite.
So we did but we weren’t finding anything. Headed south, Suzi told me to turn right, she’d seen a campground sign. It didn’t look promising, but we pulled in to take a look. They had one site available from a cancelation just minutes before. As we were pondering, someone else called to see if there were any sites available. We heard the host discussing all the campgrounds that were full with the caller and decided it was either this place or our back yard. We took it.
We drove home to pack the rest of our stuff and then back again in time to see the setting sun.