After one very long and uncomfortable night in which Ryan and I decided our "old bones" aren't as young as they used to be and we need a heck of a lot more cushion under us while we sleep, we went adventuring. We drove down to Yaquina Head to see the historic lighthouse. We made a reservation for a tour of the lighthouse, and checked out the visitor's center and then drove down to one of the beaches while we waited.
Afterwards, we had dinner at a '60s style diner. It had just about the slowest service ever, so it was really good that there were model airplanes hanging from the ceiling and tons of memorabilia plastered to the walls to look at. And, while I was waiting for Annie to do her "business" in the restroom, the power went out. It was just for a few seconds, but startling nonetheless. During all my time waiting for kids to use the potty, I saw this in the restroom. I felt "mirror bombed" by Elvis.
After dinner, it was back to the ocean.