One weekend at the end of September Justin and I decided that we'd take advantage of some free time and go to Ocean Shores to camp and get away. Ocean Shores is a quaint little town on the pacific ocean...way, way western Washington. We had time, nothing pertinent to do, it was the last weekend where we might have reasonably warm weather, and it's only a 2.5 hour drive. Why not?
The funny thing about this is that we took the mini...completely loaded with camping gear. It was hilarious next to all of the RVs and big trucks at the little place we camped. And I'm pretty sure we were weighted down driving with all of the gear we had with us.
Annnd... our cute little tent. Cute and cozy, cozy.
Oh look! It's that cute boy! The frontside!
After a nice, long relaxing walk on the beach Saturday morning, it started to POUR. I mean, just dumping rain. Really, western washington? It was
supposed to be 70 degrees and sunny. Huh. So we went into town, into a kite shop, got some ice cream (because ice cream and rain go together), drove around the little ocean towns and realized we'd only killed about 1.5 hours. Well then. What next? Bowling? YES.
I think we bowled about 5 games that afternoon and neither of us could believe how much fun it was. We just bowled and drank and snacked and stayed warm inside. And repeat. Times 5. And the craziest thing about small towns? You just talk to whoever about whatever. It was great. So much fun.
I bowled really well the first game...
Watching to see if I got a strike (I had a few)...
And another picture (exciting stuff, I know)....
A glamor shot, for sure. Sweats, bowling, and rain head. Beautiful!
Mr. V. bowling away. He started to kick my ass after the first game. By the last game his competitive nature had completely kicked in and he was pretty much getting strikes every time. These natural athletes are disgusting.
Action shot of the
rockstar bowler...
After bowling we went to a local bar for dinner and to watch college football. It was some sort of
eclectic pirate bar. Not really sure what that was all about but we had a good time. Then we headed back to our campsite... the rain had let up so we started a bonfire and had some snacks. Of course later that night, the hurricane came back in full force. It was quite exciting.
The next morning: trying not to light himself on fire by starting a fire to warm water for hot tea.
And again... I was fairly amused by the whole thing.
After we ate breakfast and packed up the campsite, we headed back to the ocean. It doesn't look like it here but it was actually a gorgeous day on the coast on Sunday. Warm, partly sunny. We tried to fly kites but after the hurricane winds the day before, the wind was tired and basically non-existent. So, we packed up and headed back to Seattle... I had gotten a couple of new pieces of furniture so we were trying to pick them up by 5pm. We made it, got some salad, put some furniture together, took a much needed shower, and then cuddled up for the night. It was a perfect weekend. And as a
sidenote: most of you know that 9.25 is a special day to me, a day that came and went on this weekend. See my post
here on the significance of what that day means to me, and always will.
The funny thing about this is that we took the mini...completely loaded with camping gear. It was hilarious next to all of the RVs and big trucks at the little place we camped. And I'm pretty sure we were weighted down driving with all of the gear we had with us.
Annnd... our cute little tent. Cute and cozy, cozy.
Oh look! It's that cute boy! The frontside!
After a nice, long relaxing walk on the beach Saturday morning, it started to POUR. I mean, just dumping rain. Really, western washington? It was supposed to be 70 degrees and sunny. Huh. So we went into town, into a kite shop, got some ice cream (because ice cream and rain go together), drove around the little ocean towns and realized we'd only killed about 1.5 hours. Well then. What next? Bowling? YES.
I think we bowled about 5 games that afternoon and neither of us could believe how much fun it was. We just bowled and drank and snacked and stayed warm inside. And repeat. Times 5. And the craziest thing about small towns? You just talk to whoever about whatever. It was great. So much fun.
I bowled really well the first game...
Watching to see if I got a strike (I had a few)...
And another picture (exciting stuff, I know)....
A glamor shot, for sure. Sweats, bowling, and rain head. Beautiful!
Mr. V. bowling away. He started to kick my ass after the first game. By the last game his competitive nature had completely kicked in and he was pretty much getting strikes every time. These natural athletes are disgusting.
Action shot of the rockstar bowler...
After bowling we went to a local bar for dinner and to watch college football. It was some sort of eclectic pirate bar. Not really sure what that was all about but we had a good time. Then we headed back to our campsite... the rain had let up so we started a bonfire and had some snacks. Of course later that night, the hurricane came back in full force. It was quite exciting.
The next morning: trying not to light himself on fire by starting a fire to warm water for hot tea.
And again... I was fairly amused by the whole thing.
After we ate breakfast and packed up the campsite, we headed back to the ocean. It doesn't look like it here but it was actually a gorgeous day on the coast on Sunday. Warm, partly sunny. We tried to fly kites but after the hurricane winds the day before, the wind was tired and basically non-existent. So, we packed up and headed back to Seattle... I had gotten a couple of new pieces of furniture so we were trying to pick them up by 5pm. We made it, got some salad, put some furniture together, took a much needed shower, and then cuddled up for the night. It was a perfect weekend. And as a sidenote: most of you know that 9.25 is a special day to me, a day that came and went on this weekend. See my post here on the significance of what that day means to me, and always will. 
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