We just returned from a few days at the beach. My grandparents, aunt + uncle and cousins all lived in Newport (Oregon) while I was growing up, and I know it like the back of my hand. I’ve not been back for many years, so it was fun to visit and show Jason around.
We stayed at The Embarcadero – my favorite place in Newport. Our family would get rooms there every forth of July, and we would spend the holiday crabbing, playing cards and having fun. We stayed in one of the bay facing rooms – my favorite because you can see the boat dock and the Yaquina Bay Bridge.
We saw some great pink sunsets…
The Embarcadero is on the east end of Bay Street – the “front” street along the harbor. It is a fun street to walk – many great shops and restaurants, and waterfront views to watch the fisherman come in. You can also see (and hear!) the sea lions…
These guys are SO cute. They are way down on the south end of the harbor, but we can hear them “arp arp arp!” from our balcony. 🙂
They lay around sunning themselves on the docks. They swim and flip in the water. When one jumps up on the dock from the water, the sunning guys all jump up and start arp arp arping. Sometimes that’s enough to make the sea lion jump back into the water, but there was one that just barged his way in the crowd – sliding around on top of everyone until he squeezed into a spot of his own. Assertive sea lion for the win! 🙂
They have cute faces! I think they sort of resemble Basil, which is probably why I think they’re cute…?
We also went by the golf club where I learned how to golf, and learned how to drive a cart. In the summertime, my Grandpa Z and I would wake up early every day for a round of golf. Even though I was only six or seven, Grandpa Z would let me drive the cart. There was river running through the course, and at one point there is a bridge on the cart path. I was scared to drive over the bridge, so I’d drive up to it, stop the cart, Grandpa Z would drive over the bridge and I’d get back in and drive off.
One morning Grandpa Z just sat there. “You have to learn sometime,” he said. I said no (my stubborn ways come from him!) and got out of the cart. He just sat there.
Hurumph. I finally got back in, slammed my foot down and floored it. The cart went flying over the side of the bridge and landed in the stream. Oops! 😉
I remember sitting in the clubhouse once, and a man walks in and asks, “Who is that little kid zipping around the course so fast?”
That’s Johnny’s granddaughter.