My dad had the best idea to celebrate Thanksgiving. He rented a huge house on the Oregon coast.
Not only would my sister and her family be joining us, but my very special Uncle Dan and Aunt Wendy were coming as well! Ryan would later come to call this adventure “the family crock pot.”
Before this trip, I had never been to the Oregon coast. It was very nice, although somewhat breezy. The house Dad rented was near the beach and was well set up for a large group (and their dogs). There were eight adults, two kids, and four dogs!
Over the next few days we took turns cooking, watching the kids, walking the dogs, and sharing a cold. This was the only setback out of the whole deal but was unavoidable, as colds go. Luckily my sister, Nurse Meg, came prepared and she was very generous with her supplies.
We did puzzles, made sandcastles, and enjoyed the hot tub. I also busted out the Christmas music while we cooked. There were only some objections, but I had a strong ally in my sister and we got our way (surprise, surprise).
The Thanksgiving feast was fantastic, with all of my favorite foods and some new ones provided by Aunt Wendy who is Canadian. I could even taste, thank goodness! It was a Thanksgiving that I’ll always remember and will always be thankful for. Great idea Dad/Grandpa/Trail Boss!