60 to 95

Got up at 7 am and rolled over and promptly went back to sleep. Tried again at 8 am and it worked out a lot better. We hauled ourselves down to the beach while the tide was still out and went digging around for clams. I had terrible luck and only found a few here and there, but Brian found a bunch and saved the day. Overall, it was pretty successful, and we dug enough to have for dinner tonight.

After that, we went over to Oceanside to go to a more "beach-y" kind of beach. We had fun flying kites and running around in the sand for a few hours. Then it was time to hit the road and go back home.

In spite of the sun, it was a fairly chilly summer day when we left Tillamook, almost too cold of a day for ice cream, but there was a hot surprise waiting for us on the other side of the mountain...95 degree weather! There's no escaping July weather, I guess. Running away to the coast for a few days only delays the inevitable. It was rough coming back home to the heat, but there was nothing to be done for it, other than eat popsicles. It is, after all the Fourth of July, and as good a day as any to be absolutely blazing.

Since crabbing didn't work out for us while we were at the coast (we caught several but never enough legals to take home to cook), I took the boys over to the Vietnamese grocery/seafood market over on 92nd and Powell, and got them some consolation crabs and a lobster. (Note to self=lobsters are a good price right now, crabs, not so much). The downside of course, is that I will have to cook all of this in 95 degree weather in a kitchen that is decidedly NOT airconditioned. Uggh. Sure reminds me of Memphis...

With any luck, we'll go watch the fireworks over at Mt. Tabor and listen to the warzone sounds of Portlanders going nuts lighting off fireworks all night long. Joy.