We spent four much-needed vacation days in Yachats, Oregon last week. It was essentially the same trip as this one last year with a slight change in the cast of characters. The schedule centered around my 85-year-old grandma from California getting to spend quality time with my kids and my brother’s 1 1/2-year-old daughter, but there was also plenty of fried-fish eating, sand-castle building, Catan settling, Harry Potter reading, coffee drinking, potty training, crawdad cooking, Lego building, and general merry making. Plus my cousin Amelia was there, and she’s about the coolest person I know.
(Side note here: For the better part of a decade, my cousin trained to be a professional circus acrobat. When that didn’t pan out, she switched to softball and played in college while getting a degree in neuroscience. She’s hoping to eventually go back to school to become a physician’s assistant. Some of her best friends from her acrobatics gym went on to circus school and are now performing in various Seven Fingers shows around the world, which sound super duper cool, and I definitely want to see them if they ever come to Portland.)
Yachats (YA-hots) is possibly the cutest little town on the Oregon Coast. The weather was chilly while we were there (pretty typical for the Oregon Coast in the summer), but I heard it hit 99° in the Willamette Valley while we were gone, so I won’t complain. The waves, the sunsets, the flowers, and the charm won me over. Again.