Lincoln City is a small city along the Oregon coast. The reason we wanted to stop there was because we heard that you can do a little glass blowing and make a breakable special something. So we made an ORB. More like a man made an orb and let us hold it for a few seconds and handed it back.... here are a few snap shots of Robbie holding the molten glass.
So. . . we are noticing some differences in our beliefs. I've heard rumors that married couples have these, and it's the newly married couples who suffer the most because they are in the process of discovering them. One of those differences is about making a fire and aquiring wood. I for one, would buy my $5 stack of wood and be off to make myself a roaring fire, but Robbie believes that wood is already free and we will not and cannot buy it. I kept reminding him that "This is Oregon, and everything is wet!" but that doesn't change a boy scout.
We would roam along the beach until we would find a piece of drift wood small enough for Robbie to carry. And then he would chop it. And then we would find out that the wood is soaking wet inside, but it will just have to be smokey and burn slowly. . .
And this is why I married him. He chops wood so good, even if it's wet.
DEEP SEA FISHING:
Well... that went well.
We woke up at 5am to a fierce rain storm. We were worried that our deep sea fishing charter would have been canceled. But no. They told us to pack up onto the "Lady Raven" with 13 other fisherman and 1 fisherwoman. Everyone was decked out in a rain proof yellow outfit, and we would have done the same if we got the memo. We were getting soaked. At least 9 of the men on the boat were Russians, and they were thrilled to fish.
We were all given the limit of 7 fish for our 6 hour fishing trip.
The water was so rough. It was difficult to stand because our bodies couldn't get a grip on the thrusting boat. I put my line in the water when instructed and caught 3 fish in a row, less than 5 minutes! The Russian man told me I was a very good fisher-woman (sounds like a superhero name right?) because he and Robbie had not caught any fish. But right after I caught my last fish, I started throwing up off the side of the boat. A woman there kept trying to feed me ginger, apperantly it helps hurting stomachs, but she started puking too. Everyone on the boat was sick... except for the captian, his son and Robbie.
I found my little spot in the cabin and laid there and realized I was going to lay there for 5 hours feeling horrible. I tried to get up to join Robbie because he was having a blast and I was jealous that he was catching all my fish too.
Then a very sick Russian man sat next to me, and I suddenly felt warm speckles all over my face. I was so sick, I didn't even care I had Russian throw up all over me.
|My 3 fish and Robbie's 11 fish|
|So proud of him|
We feasted that night.