Cousins Camp

This summer has gone by too fast. It's the end of August, and I'm just now writing about July. The second weekend of July was Cousins Camp. Grandpa and Grandma came and picked up the kids in "the fifteen," and Greg and I left for Astoria. I'd never been there, and it had been a long time since Greg had. We explored the Maritime Museum, meandered around town, walked through a really cool old house with a lot of original furnishings, climbed the Astoria Column, and ate well. We stayed one night at the Cannery Pier Hotel--so nice--and then drove down the coast the next day, stopping in Seaside and Cannon Beach before heading home.