Forrest and I have a (bad?) habit of spending the 4th of July away from each other. The first year we were dating we ran around on his motorcycle and did the holiday up right (BBQ and river, then ocean and seafood). The intervening years had me going to weddings while Forrest was unable to join me for one reason or another (moving our stuff, expensive plane tickets).
This year, with Forrest planning a trip to Oregon to work on our van (!!!!) I insisted that he stick around and spend the holiday with me. We had a rambling adventure through a good chunk of Western Montana (more on this soon).
The best, however, was watching the fireworks in our neighborhood in a family dog pile. There was much cuddling and it was lovely.
Although this morning F told me he wished we had been in San Diego for their big fireworks oops, I think what we had was pretty sweet.
What a 4th Of July weekend!
We got in a bit of everything–Friday evening we rode up to Green Peter Lake where Tony’s friends had taken their boats for some 4th of July camping. We got in some time on the water–I got to go tubing!–and enjoyed their bonfire (Forrest was firewood gather-er extraordinaire. We also commandeered their canoe for a moonlit paddle. It was a gorgous summer evening of which I have a feeling this summer won’t have nearly enough.
On the morning of the 4th, Forrest talked me onto the Montessa for some more motorcycle training. After some frustration–for both of us–I finally was able to start it up and ride nice circles around the church basketball court. Tony showed up and we rode out to his grandparents house on the Siletz for a picnic. What a place!!! There’s a nice deep swimming hole in the river (complete with a zip cable), a deluxe picnic shelter, and the all-important outhouse.
We cruised on down to the coast mid-afternoon to join the crew down there. The temperature drop going down the hill into Newport was killer! There were some “fireworks alterations” fortunately with no altering injuries, followed by the professional fireworks show through the ocean fog. Not quite the Lakin beer, lawn darts, and fireworks extravaganza but fun nevertheless.
We spent a lazy Sunday mainly hanging around the trailer with Tom & Kay briefly venturing out for a visit to Yaquina Bay Lighthouse and a (windy) walk on the beach. By the time we got home we were both anxious for showers and tried to watch a movie–neither of us were too awake when it was over!
Tacoma this weekend for some baseball with the Lakin cousins and California in a week and a half!
Originally posted on the blog: Evergreen Rambles.