Whatever was not working with Blogger this morning is working now, so here is the rest of our trip to Oregon.
Friday morning found us back at the Garibaldi bakery, where Jill loaded up again.
Then we went to visit the trains at Lumberman's Park, across the street from the bakery. This is one of those "must do" stops, which my kids always required, and now so do the grand kids.
On to the Blue Heron Cheese Factory, and the petting farm.
And then to the Tillamook Cheese Factory to watch the famous cheddar being made, and then have an ice cream lunch. With all of this eating, yes, I did come back two pounds heavier, but I've already taken them off and am back to counting calories.
The north jetty at Tillamook Bay was rebuilt last year, which means instead of boulder hopping, it's easy walking. That's where we went next, to enjoy a mild, sunny morning with almost no wind, a rare combination here.
Yay! We made it. In all of my time spent here, this is the first time I've walked clear out to the end.
Back at the cabin it was beach time. There was just enough breeze to fly the new kites.
And of course, the kids were back in the surf.
And we had another evening beach fire.
Saturday was rainy, so we spent more time in the cabin. I actually cooked breakfast, but Jill did still make a bakery run, donuts to go. Saturday evening we packed up, cleaned up the cabin, and headed inland, over the Coast Range Mountains, to the Willamette Valley. We stayed in a hotel so we would be ready for a full day on Sunday.
It was time to visit my mother, Jill's grandmother, the kids' great grandmother, in her new digs. Irene was very anxious to check out the new apartment, and Isaac wanted to see if she still had some of her owl collection. They both thought the place passed inspection.
Then Irene sat down to tell Grandma all about her adventures.
We went for a little walk around the complex and posed for photos.
The kids wanted a chance to say good bye to Grandma's house, and ride once more on the tire swing in her yard. They liked it that it was just across the street from Grandma's new home.
A highlight of visiting Molalla is a trip to Shady Dell and the train park. The line was short and the wait wasn't long.
Chug-a chug-a, off they go.
There were lots of locomotives in use that day, and Irene got to ride most of her favorites,
But, alas, not Thomas.
We stopped by to see Mom once more before heading back to Seattle. It was another wonderful Oregon vacation.