Mt. Shasta on the drive up to Oregon
This week, we started our overland tour of the Pacific Northwest. Paul and I left for the Upper Klammath Lake, Oregon, a 6 and a half-hour drive, last week. The girls did well, with a couple stops at vista points and rest stops. All the while, we giggled at their entertaining noises: gibberish, what we call "speaking Hawaiian (lots of vowels in their language) punctuated with thoughts and stories about some friend of theirs named "Bob" (example: "Duhba, duhba yeah deka munna Bob.") We arrived at our destination, still wondering about who was "Bob," at Rocky Pointe Resort, in time to unpack and give the girls a little walking tour before our 6pm dinner reservation.
Dinner was fine, but not served quickly enough for the girls who were tired. Squirmy and then finally in melt-down mode, we left the restaurant with the rest of our dinner in doggie bags and tried to put the girls down for the night. We played cards outside the motel room in the hopes that they would fall asleep and then we could again re-enter and sleep ourselves without disturbing them. However, the mosquitoes chased us back inside. We attempted to hide in the nook of the bathroom to avoid being seen, but Tina decided that it was more fun to try to seduce us into playing with her than to sleep. A sleepless night for us and our neighbors (we made our apologies in the morning), but they proved to be much better sleepers during the rest of our week at the Family Reunion in Sunriver.
Now we're up at Grandpa's house in Washington, after dropping Daddy at the airport so he can go back to work. It's overcast and cloudy, and not ideal boating weather, but we hope that, as the sun creeps out sometime tomorrow, we will make our way out into the islands for a week aboard Kairos, my dad's troller, with Grandpa and Aunt Ainsley.
