My sister is visiting from Arizona this weekend. Since she moved there two years ago, we only see each other a few times a year – when before it was just about every week. We still talk on the phone everyday though, so when we get together we kind of just pick up where we left off.
So today we left (all four of) the kids at home with grama and grampa and did a photographic tour of our hometown, Coos Bay, Oregon. The sites we visited were probably not the ones that you’d find on the Chamber of Commerce website, but more a tour of random childhood and teenage experiences.
Of course, no tour of The Other Bay Area would be complete without a drive out to the beach. I use the term “beach” lightly. Oregonians don’t swim in the ocean. We fish in it, crab in it, harvest oysters and clams; watch whales, and occasionally surf in it, but we do not Swim. In. The Ocean. Do you know how cold the Pacific Ocean is along the Oregon coast? Damn cold. But it is quite lovely. Very, very lovely.
I will spare any reader of this blog the other 40 photos that we snapped, ninja-style and from a moving car. There’s the senior center where I attended my first boy-girl party (I still remember what I wore); the coffee shop where my sister worked, the dog grooming shop where I bedazzled the canines of greater Coos Bay/North Bend. The houses where all of our friends lived (and some still do.)
This last picture has nothing to do with memories, but I thought it was delightful.