INDIAN SANDS

In the Moffit's final week in the states before returning to the Philippines, I was able to join them in Brookings today and we spent a good chunk of the day at Indian Sands.  

This section of trail and beach was a favorite place to hike and play when we lived in Brookings two or three decades ago when our kids were young.

Daisy looks toward the ocean from a rock at Indian Sands.

Josh and Belinda.

Belinda.

Daisy.

Ally.

Neo rolls down a sandy slope.

Shadows in the sand.  Male shadows.

Taking advantage of the coastal breeze.

Ally carved her name into a sandy wall.

Neo followed suit.

Sisters.

The five.

Father and daughter.

Grandfather and grandchildren.

Grandchildren back at the house with grandmother, Josh's mom.

Final photos for the day taken from a camera hidden in plain view on my knee.

DEBRA'S BIRTHDAY WEEKEND

Today is Debra's birthday. 

Yesterday we drove to Portland and today we played in Portland.

Tomorrow we're going home.

The Shanghai Tunnels/ Portland Underground Tour was a 90-minute walk beginning in Old Town / Chinatown at the old Merchant Hotel.

Debra and I wait in the Merchant Hotel for the tour to begin.

Our guide, Danielle, led our group of about ten through a course that included a stretch along the Willamette River.

While our group traveled by foot, we noticed more than one mode of transportation along the way.

The Moda Center was visible across the river.

Danielle educated us regarding some of the historical sites we passed.

The scores of people waiting in line at Voodoo Doughnut reminded me of the lines at Disneyland.

From the street, we descended underground and heard stories of the so-called Shanghai Tunnels.

After the tour, we stopped for lunch at a place we saw along Burnside Street, Elephant's Delicatessen.

After lunch, we toured the Pittock Mansion.

Living Room.

Dining Room.

Kitchen.

Breakfast Room.

View overlooking Portland and Mt. Hood from one of the windows.

Learning about the lady of the house, Georgiana Pittock.

Learning about the man of the house, Henry Pittock.

Savoring the view from the yard.

Returning to the house from the yard.

As the day ended, we ate dinner at the Chart House.  This is the view from my seat.

The view from Debra's seat.

"Don't take my picture!" 

"Don't take my picture!"

"Don't take my picture!"

"STOP TAKING MY PICTURE!!!"

Salt, water, pepper, me.

And that's how we spent Debra's birthday.