So.

We’re at our first destination. Actually, we got here yesterday afternoon, with car-stiff legs and really, really happy faces when we caught sight of the waves.

But first, some quotes from Catherine along the way:

“Bananas are obnoxious. They’re all like EAT ME! EAT ME! Oh, too late. I’m brown.”

“This song is special.”

“I would be a good city planner because I think strategically and methodically.”

This tiny beach town in Oregon is the site of many childhood memories for me and some teenage ones for Catherine, so our first few minutes were spent driving around seeing what had changed.

Answer: Not much.

Our first plan was to set up our campsite. But we noticed rather immediately that we had company.

We are beset with bunnies.

Seriously.

They’re everywhere.

We’ve named them, even… there’s a little white one that we call Chico.

I tried to get Chico to come say hi to me (oh, the wittle tiny bunny wunny!) but when I called him, his mom came out from a bush with her ears up and was like NO. THAT WOULD BE MY CHILD.

Okay, then.

So, after tying up all our carrots in the trees, we found our tent site:

After assessing the cuteness factor, we decided it would be okay.

Then we went for a long walk on the beach during which I TOTALLY SOAKED MY PANTS and followed that up with a nap back in our tent.

I couldn’t quite get my mattress inflated (no, that’s not a euphemism) because the pump thing my mom gave me was somewhat faulty. So Miss-70%-Lung-Capacity blew it up the old fashioned way (also not a euphemism.)

It’s comfy.

After a nap, we headed out to grab a lovely dinner of (local) fish and chips at a restaurant that my family always goes to when we’re here. It was VERY GOOD.

We stopped to get a bit of candy, and then headed back to the magic of our tent.

Three observations from the night:

• DRUNK GIRLS ARE VERY RUDE. There was nearby posse of twenty-something co-eds that must have had one too many wine coolers,  because they were making enough noise to wake not only the dead, but Chico’s Killer Bunny Mom. Someone even told them to be quiet. They swore back. Awesome.

• Apparently, I am a bit of a spooner. Ooops.

• Catherine awoke and declared she had “much dreams.”

Overall, it was a pretty good night. And a good morning, even with ALL OUR NEIGHBOURS LOUDLY PACKING UP TO LEAVE AT 5 AM.

Or 9 am, maybe. It just felt early.

Now we’re getting set to head for the beach, but we thought we’d let you know we got here safely and get some LARGE COFFEES at a nearby place with free wifi (crap wifi, mind you, but a nice fountain:

I have to type something here to close the parentheses. Oops.)

It’s time to head out. We’ve just heard possibly the most drunk, French version of Que Sera Sera, and it’s motivating us to leave.

More later! Love to all!

And Eric — we’re on our way!