Not a lot happened today… just driving. Headed toward the bridge over the Columbia River in Astoria, OR… that thing really is scary. It looks so tall from below.
Crossed over into Washington State, now me and all my descendants (5) are all in the same state. That might not happen again for a couple years, if ever.
Missed my turn and ended up out on a peninsula in Long Beach. Neat little town and they had Doggie Olympics going on there. I turned back and headed for the right road to Westport, WA. Very interesting drive, by the way.
Now I’ll just post all the Pirate photos of my granddaughter’s group. Will point out my granddaughter and daughter-in-law. Not much else to comment on… just enjoy. Tomorrow I’m going to walk around the rest of the festival and see the other vendors before heading toward Port Angeles, WA.
That be my granddaughter….
Finally, Tori turns around.
My daughter-in-law, Rhonda, came out for the day to video the performance.
The kids were loving all the noise.
Boy, I hope my vandweller necklace looks like that one day.
Firing the cannons.
Red skirted gal… my granddaughter Tori, waiting to deliver power to the cannoniers.
Back in Pirate Camp…
Cleaning of the guns.
Black shirt… that be my eldest granddaughter, Tori. Fellas are busy cleaning their guns after a nice demonstration.
It’s been a long and fulfilling day. I am HERE.