Gresham Goonies

Here we are in Astoria enjoying the typical Oregon beach experience... in sweats

 This is the Peter Iredale shipwreck of 1906 which remains on the beach today.  Kinda cool as an adult, kinda terrifying as a parent: "Kyle!  Get back.  I know there are barnacles.  I know barnacles are animals.  Get back!  The tide is coming in.  For the love of peas and cheese GET BACK!"

 Beach bubbles

 Ryan was funny in that his digging consisted of frantically digging once and then scurrying to another spot and repeating.  He never stayed in one spot for more than one shovelful of sand.

 And that pretty much describes Ryan.

 Although it appears his brother pushed him down face-first in the sand, Ryan chose to descend this sand embankment on his belly... which turned out to be a bad choice when he got sand on his cheek, in his mouth, between his teeth, and up his nose.

 We then ventured over to Fort Stevens for a restful meander around... WHAT THE?!?

 The view of the Columbia River from one of the look outs.

 The boys on patrol.

He's so spunky. 

 What a cad.

 Although I haven't actually seen "Dr. Strangelove", this seems somewhat, sweetly reminiscent.

 The boys "spraying" the cannon [as their mother doesn't appreciate the boys playing with guns or saying the word shoot or pretending to shoot things, we had to improvise at Fort Stevens a number of times considering that the entire location is essentially dedicated to military operations]

 That smile.  Oh that smile.  Guess who took this photo?  Ryan.

A tunnel to a part of the Fort.  It turned out to be a lovely day despite some lackluster weather in the morning.