My little family was so lucky to be able to spend 5 days in Oregon. We visited Portland and the Oregon coast with my family. And because it was the world's most awesome vacation, I must post no less than a million pictures. The above picture is a little surreal for me. Brandon and I were married in the Portland temple almost 9 years ago. The wedding photo hanging in my house was taken in front of that fountain, and here, in the same spot, is that handsome devil with the cutest little salmon spawn in the northwest!
We also went to the Portland Zoo. World's best zoo. I know it looks like Brandon is really happy to be there, which he is, but I actually told him to say "Yee Haw" for the photo. I don't think he would let me share this photo unless I explained that.
My little eagle family.
The main lady. This is my sweet mother.
3 generation shot.
A pack of wild, ice cream loving farm animals! Oh, wait...it's the Tracy family? Yep, that's my sister, her husband Phil, and his daughter Tiffany. We are at the Blue Heron cheese company. Best brie I have ever had. They ship and it is my birthday next month. I'm just saying...(I like the pepper flavor please)
The blue heron also had a petting zoo. We fed the llama flowers. Which, according to a sign we later discovered, was detrimental to his special diet. No one has ever died from dandelions though, right?
I make the northwest look good. Granted, I am the only one in sunglasses, but it's the Vegas in me.
Abby could feel her heritage taking over. She took to the tide pools at Haystack rock like the little star fish she is.
Here we are warming up for our tide pool excursion at the Seaside Aquarium. All the hesitancy in her face was quickly replaced by pure zeal. She touched everything. And I am now out of hand sanitizer.
The crew at the aquarium.
This is me being VICIOUSLY assaulted by seals. When I went through my original tree-hugging phase (which I am back in, by the way) in the 4th grade, I had a poster of seals. Loved 'em. And that is why I paid 5 dollars to feed them...the ungrateful curs...the moment I took a brake feeding them they splashed me, AND my new boots! I just screamed and chucked food in as fast I could. It was pure survival instinct that took over. My vanity was out the window.
The beast in action.
Cleaned up for a date with the hubby. We ate razor claims and saw the cheesiest local theater you can imagine.
The farmer and his cow.
You know we hit the Tillamook cheese factory, and you know we ate ourselves sick! Thank you Thompson/Tracy family for such a wonderful vacation...and if you are still reading this, thank you too!
