Good grief...I have so many photos backed up on my computer I just threw in the towel a few months ago. "I give up!" I yelled at my ridiculous storage folder.
Grumble. I'd better get back to organizing stuff or I'll lose those photos and never ever see them again. How do you guys manage your photos? I take so many it's crazy. Then I don't want to deal with them. It's like my virtual junk drawer.
I never shared our quick visit to Long Beach with you guys. This was the tail end of our trip to Washington this spring for Adam's grandfather's 100th birthday celebration. After we left the party, we headed for a stop at the beach. Unfortunately, everyone was struck with a hideous stomach bug. Except for me. I spent most of my day driving and pulling over to assist sickies.
In between stomach bug bouts and violet car sickness, she was still excited about her first glimpse of the Pacific. As soon as I could, I pulled over and we made a mad dash to the beach. I tried to explain that unlike Texas, it's more of a...winter beach. "It's c-c-cold, Mama!"
We found an adorable Victorian beach cottage called The Wrecktory, run by a retired Episcopal priest and a writer/journalist/teacher. It was charming! My biggest regret of the whole trip was that I didn't get to spend more time in this cottage and in Long Beach...was a delightful beachside town!
I got everyone tucked away in the cottage with some Gatorade, then Violet and I headed out to explore. We borrowed a sweatshirt from the cottage because it was much colder than we'd expected.
When I say it was windy on that beach, I mean it was windy. See proof in our videos here and here, but turn down the volume because it was, well....windy. Adam ventured outside with Piper and took the second video. I think I would have put her rubber boots on instead of mary janes, but I'm just glad they felt a tiny bit better so that they could go outside for a bit.
When I returned, everyone was tuckered out and green again. Daddy was extra green. The sick husband is sad, but how about that little square of stained glass? Made me happy.
This cozy chair and camel saddle footstool were right next to the most wonderful little library of books. That trove of reading material was worth the visit alone! I stayed up long into the night sketching and reading by the fire while everyone took turns being so, so pathetically sick. My poor family! And if one of us was well, I'm glad it was me because Mama is usually the best person suited for playing nurse, don't you think?
Long Beach has tons of info about the Lewis and Clark Expedition, along with this fabulous statue of William Clark contemplating a sturgeon. I had to read that twice to make sure I didn't spell "surgeon". That would be a much different statue.
More natural wonder than you can shake a stick at. I'd be scared to swim in that water, though.
I am so verklempt I didn't get a family photo in front of the world's largest frying pan.
Also, we left the day before clamming season opened...waaaah! Maybe I'll get to dig clams next time we visit.
Here are some modern day Razor Clam Queens from Long Beach's Clam Festival. It's held every year in April. I highly approve of any event that produces kitschy royalty.
This vintage photo makes me so happy I could squeal. I love how it looks like he's about to beat them both over the head with a shovel. 'Cause that's how fancy misogynists rolled back in '48.
I suddenly need a clam tiara. Don't you?
The girls shared a room as tiny as a ship's cabin. They said it was cozy.
Check out that porthole in the closet. Tomorrow, my favorite part of the trip...our visit to Marsh's Free Museum, home of Jake the Alligator Man!