Wilson came with us on the church campout. He loves the beach and now that he's learned some manners, he has totally turned into a nice little camping dog. . .
Neither one of us had been there before, even my born and raised in the northwest stud muffin. I liked that whole 'exploring someplace new' element. It's so much fun to see new places together. Like this place. . .
One day we hiked down to the spit (n. a narrow point of land projecting into the water) and what-do-you-know, a little zen in a rock garden. Someone obviously had too much time on their hands.
One last thing. I have not read any of the Twilight books. I'm not a 'Twihard'. . . at all. But my sister is. She forced me to watch the first movie with her (which, as it turns out, was a total waste of nearly two hours of my life that I'll never be able to gain back. Vampire love, really???) Anyway, I had to send her a few pictures while we were so close to Forks, the town where the story is set. She was flipping out that we didn't drive the extra 71 miles. Uh, no thanks. We were in Port Angeles and I guess part of the movie takes place there.
And it looks like Phil505 is totally team Jacob all the way. Jenny said, "Boo. . . Team Edward." Whatever.