After an overnight in Molalla, we headed over the mountains to Rockaway Beach, to stay in the little red cabin my mother owns.
It didn't take long for the kids to hit the beach. Yep, the Twin Rocks are still there.
Each evening we ended the day with a campfire on the beach in front of the cabin. The marshmallows were toasted just right, and the chocolate was melted on the graham cracker on a rock near the coals. We all were licking our fingers and wiping chocolate off of our faces.
The gulls were hoping for some too, as the sun set over Salt Air Creek and the Pacific.
The kids enjoyed sleeping in the loft
and getting wet in the creek. Jill is glad that they get to come again in August. It would be too long to have to wait another whole year. The kids are glad that next time Daddy will get to come, too.
And, of course, Grandma and Grandpa love every minute of their company.