I'm not the kind to do things impulsively or last minute, but on Thursday when Mike told me his brother had invited us to join them on the Oregon coast for Memorial Day weekend, he knew I'd jump at the chance.
Mike's brother, John, and his wife, Brenda, live in Boise, so we rarely see them. We were so excited to be able to spend some time with them, and get out of the house for a few days!

The first thing we did was stop by the cemetery where my maternal grandparents and great-grandparents are buried in Portland. Since my grandfather had served in the Navy, it was an honor to see my kids place American flags on his grave. I think Mucky and Grandpa would have smiled to see their three great-grandkids come to pay them a visit.
Then it was off to the zoo...



Then we met up with our family in Lincoln City on Sunday. We went to the aquarium (I have no idea what happened to those photos), and played around on the beach. We had lots of fun with the cousins, Kyly and Katie, too!







The best party of any trip home.

The worst part, probably, was when we blew a tire just across the WA border on I-5. Mike changed it to a flat, but we soon learned:
1. Most tire shops are very patriotic and close on Memorial day.
2. Google maps is adamant that there is a Costco right in the middle of the Mt. St. Helens wilderness. We had a 20 m wild goose chase to prove it was wrong. Arg!
3. Walmart has absolutely anything you need, including spare underwear and tires!