We strolled through the town of Seaside our second day of camping. I love Seaside. It has many fun and colorful shops--which is great as it gives you something to do when the Oregon Coast gathers its clouds and has a rain party on you.
MiniWarrior and I were sitting outside a shop while Lord V was inside perusing the goods, when a lady walked by with a tiny little Chihuahua dressed in a ridiculous outfit.
MiniWarrior asked if he could pet the dog and we laughed when the shaking little beast leaped into his lap.
It was then I noticed there was something written on the dog outfit and cracked up when I read:
I have pics of her and will post them when I am home for you.
We were up early and made it out the door by the crack of 9AM (Thursday). Excited to begin our camping adventure.
We arrived by Noon and were informed that we could not check into our cabin until 2PM by a sour faced teen who grumped at us when we went to check our reservation at the KOA office.
Undaunted, we headed out through Fort Stevens State Park to the beach and enjoyed our first ocean experience of the Summer.
Lord V drew love notes in the sand
while MiniWarrior clambered over a shipwreck that jutted out from the sand like a giant iron ribcage.
Afterwards we headed to the KOA Den of Chaos internet Cafe for a bite of lunch (as we still had a half hour to while away before check-in).
Lordie lord lord. We ordered 2 clam chowders and one chicken noodle. She got it wrong. I guess its understandable as she spent the entire half hour we were there talking to the welfare people on her phone about finageling a larger voucher for a house she had her eye on while her boyfriend constantly interupted her with demands for "Money. I gots to have the money for the dude cuz I just sold the bike."
Hmm. If you just "sold" the bike--why do you need money?
We finally made our way back to the register office where we snagged up our arm bands and map and cabin key and headed to the cabin.
Remember last year when my girlfriend and her son, MiniWarrior and I stayed at a KOA campground cabin? The cabin which had a bathroom, cable TV, BBQ grill and a pancake breakfast in the morning?
This time? We had a two room cabin that had no bathroom, no table. No TV. No chairs. No Grill and looked suspiciously like Ted Kaczynski's initials might have been carved behind one of the bunkbeds.
Later that night I called out goodnight to MiniWarrior from my tiny room to his bunkbed room and had a total Waltons flashback.
Thursday Lord V, MiniWarrior and I are heading out to camp--in a cabin--at a camping site by the beach.
Since MiniWarrior didn't get much of an activity filled Summer vacation cuz of his broken foot--I'm yankin' him outta school for two days and heading out to enjoy what he missed out on.
Here's the description:
Nearby are the charms of the Columbia River and Pacific Ocean: fishing, beachcombing, whale watching, sandcastle building and clam digging. You'll find all the necessary equipment in the campground store. While in the store, you can sample homemade fudge, sip an espresso and browse for gifts and souvenirs. We offer an ocean of activities and special events as well as an indoor pool, hot tub, Jumping Pillow, outdoor theater, mini golf, giant chess set, bike rentals, internet cafe, and daily pancakes in season.
Annnnnnnnd here's some pics of where we are goin':
A cabin--cuz I don't do tents...
A Pool for MiniWarrior to flop around in
Putt Putt for me to humiliate engage in loving competition with Lord V and MiniWarrior (smirk--I'm so gonna kick ass--suckahs!)
They have an internet cafe and expresso! WOO! *Pumps a fist!!*
Last evening she asked me if she could have some of her clothes washed--then huddled by me while I emptied the washing machine and placed things into the dryer. Her beady eyes flickered while watching me hang Lord V's shirts on hangers, placing them in the drying closet:
"Oh I would love to iron those" she crooned.
I don't iron.
"Yes. I've noticed. Poor man walks around with wrinkled shirts" She added with a hiss of disapproval.
Maybe if I was a house Frau and didn't have anything else to do, I would iron them.
"Humph. I doubt that. You'd find something else do to...like sit on the couch and read books."
The fact that she still breathes to hiss another day? Should be documented in my Karma good book.