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A couple other things that happened while camping.
When Valerie and I first took Ephraim down to the beach, she walked down with him to the water. A wave came in that covered their feet. She was watching him to make sure he was ok, but when he looked down, it was like the motion of the water disoriented him. He fell right over backwards into the water and got soaked. Ocean water in Oregon is cold, cold, COLD. You don't swim in the ocean here except in rare circumstances (it's blazing hot, you're drunk and can't feel anything, you're 11 years old and not afraid of anything, you're a man proving how tough you are, you're wearing a wetsuit...) So anyway, he freaks out and starts screaming. Valerie scooped him up and ran back to the stuff for a towel. She wrapped him up while I stripped his wet, sandy clothes off. As soon as they were off he was fine. He then ran around in a diaper loving life. There is nothing quite like the happiness of a naked baby at the beach. :D
Pinecones kept falling out of the trees at our campsite. It was really weird and I still don't understand it. They'd fall down in groups, like in a five minute period a whole bunch (20-30) would shower down on us. Then it would completely stop. It wasn't windy. We think there were squirrels up there chewing them off and then harvesting them off the ground later. But the coordination of it was weird. Like they'd all go up there together in all the different trees to cut them down? And we couldn't see any squirrels up there. But we did see them picking up green pinecones off the ground and running off with them, so it must have been them.
There was a coorinated pine cone harvesting around 6:30am Saturday morning. The sound of pine cones falling 20 feet and striking your tent is not something to sleep through. So we got up. This, in combination with the rowdy partying neighbors up until 3am in the adjacent site, meant we didn't get a lot of sleep. There were naps the next day though, so it was all good.
When Valerie and I first took Ephraim down to the beach, she walked down with him to the water. A wave came in that covered their feet. She was watching him to make sure he was ok, but when he looked down, it was like the motion of the water disoriented him. He fell right over backwards into the water and got soaked. Ocean water in Oregon is cold, cold, COLD. You don't swim in the ocean here except in rare circumstances (it's blazing hot, you're drunk and can't feel anything, you're 11 years old and not afraid of anything, you're a man proving how tough you are, you're wearing a wetsuit...) So anyway, he freaks out and starts screaming. Valerie scooped him up and ran back to the stuff for a towel. She wrapped him up while I stripped his wet, sandy clothes off. As soon as they were off he was fine. He then ran around in a diaper loving life. There is nothing quite like the happiness of a naked baby at the beach. :D
Pinecones kept falling out of the trees at our campsite. It was really weird and I still don't understand it. They'd fall down in groups, like in a five minute period a whole bunch (20-30) would shower down on us. Then it would completely stop. It wasn't windy. We think there were squirrels up there chewing them off and then harvesting them off the ground later. But the coordination of it was weird. Like they'd all go up there together in all the different trees to cut them down? And we couldn't see any squirrels up there. But we did see them picking up green pinecones off the ground and running off with them, so it must have been them.
There was a coorinated pine cone harvesting around 6:30am Saturday morning. The sound of pine cones falling 20 feet and striking your tent is not something to sleep through. So we got up. This, in combination with the rowdy partying neighbors up until 3am in the adjacent site, meant we didn't get a lot of sleep. There were naps the next day though, so it was all good.