Bryan, my dad, Cory, and Alyssa
Heather (sister-in-law), and of course Siosi and I
Dad and the catch of the day!
The title of this post is "Semi Family Reunion" since the entire family was not in attendance. Those of you who were not there know who you are. OK, everyone was there except Vanessa and Rob's family. Joe wasn't able to come either on account of his slave like working conditions. We went to the coast and camped in Yurts. Those things are definitely the most superior way of camping I have ever seen. For those of you who have never seen a yurt you must go to a state parks' website and look at a picture or two. They have heating, beds, a sofa/futon, table, chairs, and a deck equipped with a picnic table. The cost really isn't that bad either. I was very happy to sleep in a yurt since I have two little ones. The only problem was getting to sleep. I do not sleep well next to other people and Siosi is no exception. Next time she is getting her own sleeping bag. The other problem is that we shared a yurt and someone had a serious snoring problem. I will protect the identity of this person but many of you know who I am referring too.
We arrived in the late afternoon and took the children (what children we have left senza the Woffindens) to the beach to enjoy a stroll and build a few sandcastles. Much to our dismay however, the beach was not the lovely place we had stored in our memories, for the wind was howling and the sand was flying! It was so windy poor Siosi had trouble walking. We did manage to find a sand dune to hide behind so the children could play for a bit.
Other than being caught in a sandstorm we tried out Grandpa's new boat on the bay. Again it was windy but there was a heater and part of the boat is sheltered. Siosi and I went out for a short time to observe the men folk as they were crabbing. Siosi enjoyed seeing the pots come up and the few crabs that were trapped fall out. All in all it was a pleasant trip.
We arrived in the late afternoon and took the children (what children we have left senza the Woffindens) to the beach to enjoy a stroll and build a few sandcastles. Much to our dismay however, the beach was not the lovely place we had stored in our memories, for the wind was howling and the sand was flying! It was so windy poor Siosi had trouble walking. We did manage to find a sand dune to hide behind so the children could play for a bit.
Other than being caught in a sandstorm we tried out Grandpa's new boat on the bay. Again it was windy but there was a heater and part of the boat is sheltered. Siosi and I went out for a short time to observe the men folk as they were crabbing. Siosi enjoyed seeing the pots come up and the few crabs that were trapped fall out. All in all it was a pleasant trip.
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Yes I really have a problem with his snoring.
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