Hank's first Vacation

This weekend we took our first real vacation (where we paid to stay somewhere, sorry Grandma!) with Hank. We went to fabulous Moclips, WA on the Central Washington Coast. We stayed at the wonderful Hi Tide Resort. A co-worker of mine had suggested it, she takes her 100 lb lab-Rottweiler mix there on vacation. It's right next to the beach, it's really quiet and at the north end of "town" it's great. The perfect relaxing weekend. Well, once we got there...

We left town about 11 on Friday, and headed on our way to the coast. We had directions, we were set. We get to Aberdeen (see town slogan: Come as you Are--thanks Kurt) and stop for lunch at McDonald's. Hank goes out to pee, we pee, we sit in the car and eat up to get back on the road. While we're eating, Jeremiah's phone rings, but it's a number he doesn't know, so we ignore it. Just as the voicemail sound goes off, my phone rings with the same number, so I pick up. It's our alarm system company! Our alarm has gone off, someone is breaking in through our back (well, probably front to you) door. My thought is that it's the house cleaner. So, I look, and I don't have her phone number with me. OF COURSE! So, what do I do? Call my FANTASTIC department admin, Mike's the best. And not just because he reads this blog more than my own family does. He's the greatest. So, I call Mike, HELP! I know her number is in our database somewhere. Mike gets me the number. I call, Janine picks up, and sure enough, it was her. She panicked, locked the door and left! At this point, the cops are on their way over to the house, so we call back and let them know that it's OK, we know what's going on. They cancel the cops and reset the alarm. My poor cleaning lady was so freaked out! She thought we knew she was coming, and I thought she'd send me a note first. Such is life and missed communication. When she finally comes to clean, I"m leaving her a bottle of wine.

So, on with our trip. We drive "20 miles to THE stop sign." We pass the town of Humptulips where we actually saw a street sign that said "Humptulips Dyke Road." People, I can't make this stuff up! We finally get to Pacific Beach and just 2 miles up to Moclips. It's great. A totally rundown town, wiener dogs crossing the HIGHWAY at their leisure. It's a great town!

There is nothing to do but eat, drink, lay around, read, and walk and play on the beach. Hank had SO MUCH FUN! He ran and ran and ran. He slept, and got wet, slept on the bed with us (so not so relaxing for us) and we had a blast! Hank did great, even he was freaked out by the obnoxious yippee dog that would check him out from the patio. We saw a bald eagle on our final morning, it was beautiful. The weekend was perfect. Exactly what I needed. I got caught up on my magazines, watched Con Air Saturday night (who knew that movie would get me all teary-eyed?!?!?) it was great. We took the trek down to Ocean Shores (clearly the nick name of Open-Sores is for a reason!) and bought a kite, it was so much fun! It was supposed to rain all weekend, but was gorgeous. EXCEPT for the moment when we went outside to play with Hank and the kite. What a great weekend! It was hard to come home. Except that with Hank sleeping on the bed, I was excited to lay on my bed and watch TV all afternoon and nap. Now, it's time to get caught up on my DVR...