Sunday in Manzanita

On Sunday morning we had some frenetic cleaning up - unmaking beds, washing dishes, putting away chairs - while the children camped out in front of the tv and watched Winnie the Pooh - the classic movie. And then we went back to the beach for a last hurrah.

Sebastian's best friend Frances was in town again this year with her family. We met up with them on the beach on Saturday morning and then again on Sunday - purely happenstance, and the kind of serendipity you can get in a small beach town. Seb, Frances, and Henry took on Mark and Steve in a game of beach baseball.

 

 Meanwhile, Liesl tagged the beach, writing Liesl and mama up and down and everywhere.

Our dragon kite - a gift from Nilsa and Mason - spreading its wings and soaring.

We returned back to the house for a final lunch hour cleanup: take everything out of the fridge, pile it on the table, and command the remaining families to eat everything perishable. Fortunately, we had Cuong, Ed, and Steve to take down the rice and beans and cheese. We locked up and said goodbye to the house for another year. Steve, Cuong, and Seb returned to Portland in our car; Anne, Camille, Liesl and I returned to the beach for a final afternoon of sun and wind and sand and water...