Lydia made it home and headed out to her first Christmas performance despite being burdened with new germs.
Adelle was down in bed with back pain. I’ve learned to take the good with the bad.
I miss having a record of things that are happening in my life, so I’ve decided to do something new. I will be capturing moments. Small pictures of my life. Most will be mundane and small, but they are mine. Life is busy and flying by. I need a way to capture it.
Violet fiercly focused on her Minecraft videogame. 11/23/16 AM. The girls are off school for the Thanksgiving break. I’m working for the day and have school tonight.
Violet’s Minecraft world is entirely food related. She recently found our “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” book and was inspired.
On our last day, when the family was relaxing at the cabin, I decided to do some exploring. Everyone was too tired to come along. On my lone ramblings I found a gem of a place, Point St. George. I explored the beach on my own and found the most amazing shells. I picked up a very large clam shell and some small smaller ones and quickly drove back to the cabin, excited to share what I’d found.
As I was explaining the beauty of Point St. George I heard the girls screaming. In my bucket, crawling out of one of the shells was a hermit crab. There was no doubt after that, we all had to go back to explore and return the little hermit to his beach. Point St. George ended up being one of our favorite spots on the whole trip. The rocky beach was crawling with life. There were so many little crabs. I tried to show one to Violet but she ran away as fast as she could. She was much more content drawing with a stick on the sand. She made her own beach house. Lydia and Adelle were mostly fearless, but at times they’d squeal as the crab’s claws would lurch at them. It was a breathtaking view out to the ocean with the waves coming in.
It was a wonderful way to end our trip. The next day we packed up and journeyed home.
A redwood forest is one of the most peaceful and glorious sights. It really brings into perspective how small we are in the world, the beauty of nature, and the glory of God. We loved hiking into the forest and feeling like little ants among the beautiful trees. The air smelled wonderful and the ground was so green. I wish we could have hiked even deeper into the wilderness, but since some of us had small legs we went as far as we could. We enjoyed our lunch on fallen trunks and took it all in.
Even though our last crabbing attempt had been unsuccessful we didn’t want to give up just yet. We made our way back to the fish shop and rented more rings and headed back to the pier. We had high hopes it would work out this time.
While we waited we decided to explore some nearby antique shops. I was on a quest to buy a bell for the chicken run. When we were driving around we witnessed a horrible sight. A little dog ran across the road, trying to reach its owner. It ran right into the path of a car and we witnessed the fatal blow. The dog yelping and twitching was picked up by his owner who sobbed. We were worried about Violet seeing everything so we drove on. It shook everyone up, especially Wes and Lydia. We found a quiet shore for lunch, but appetites were low.
We still had our crab rings to check on. We pulled them up and sure enough they were empty. We tried one more spot back in town by a boat dock. It was very industrial and not a place to hang out in long. In the end we didn’t catch any crabs. The crab rings were returned. Instead of having crab to roast we went into a little art shop and bought art to soothe our sorrows and found a local restaurant to eat in.