A little bit of Newport, CA

Last night we returned home from our yearly vacation to Newport.  The weather was great and the water was bone chilling cold, as usual.  The only thing missing was Cole, my missionary!  Several of the Tipton family members commented at different times about how it's just not the same without him.  However, we carried on, we know Cole would want that. 

Emily Zoe and her camera.  It's attached at the wrist. 

Truman took on skim boarding this year which left little time for anything else.  He did a bit of surfing and boogie boarding but spent most of his time skim boarding.

 Quinn is devouring a bear claw doughnut from Seaside Doughnuts.  He branched out this year from his usual dozen doughnut holes.  He kept saying, "I like the apple in the bear claw!"

Winston loved the sand, not so much the water.  If left to his own devices, he would be face planting himself into the sand all day.  A handful or two may have made it into his mouth and subsequently his diaper.  Sand tends to have a fibrous effect when eaten.

We (when I say we, I mean at least 31 of us Tiptons and some Sarager relatives too) took a harbor cruise from Balboa Island. It was nice until we got out to the open sea and our boat acted like a bobbing apple.  Heather, my sister-in-law, and I got pretty sea sick but nothing a frozen cheesecake on a stick dipped in chocolate didn't cure.  (Sorry, no picture.  I ate it too fast.)

TK Burger is a famous little hole in the wall down by the Newport pier.  It's delicious as burgers go.  The inside is plastered with surfing album covers and pictures.....this is how Truman told me he wants his bedroom to look.   

The Ferriss wheel at Balboa.  Quinn is there with two of his cousins.

More harbor cruise pictures.

By this time I was feeling the full effects of the ocean so Rick had to take over the camera.  This is the dingy where the boat turns around very slowly to head back to the pier and to allow for pictures and gwakers to view the sun bathing seals.  The captain brings the boat around this dingy on each side allowing fair viewing for all.  All I can think of when I see this picture is, I'm glad I'm not a seal, for oh so many reasons.