Coastal Journeys

There are those drives you take on your commute to work; there are those you take in your sweats to the store for a quick chocolate/soda/junk food run. Maybe even a drive around the country to get away. But then there are those drives you take with 12 other friends in a white suburban to the Oregon Coast -- and those seem to be the best kind. On Sunday, our road trip to Astoria, Oregon was a special occasion. And it was intensely enjoyable, delivered with laughter and love and Jesus. Fort Stevens, wrecked ships, ducks and gooses, running (lots of it), the great majestic ocean, bumper cars, pizza, Dutch Bros., and great, great company, including Brian Reagan himself.

These four endured close quarters the entire way and back.

Motherbear and Jesse.

 

It's cool, but really, not that cool.

This is the Goonies House. 

Brooke, ladies and gentlemen.

A beautiful, foggy, Astoria afternoon.

Astoria Column -- spiral staircase to the top of the tower.

View from the top of the Astoria Column.

The ladies.

Paper airplanes.

The Orthies.

Of course you need Monica's feet in a picture :D

When Brooke was a model.

This was Tim's first experience to the Oregon Coast!

Al.

Janet and Annie in mid air??

Amen.