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We’d spent some time yesterday comparing tide tables and decided that the earlier low tide time was probably correct, and making a plan for Dave’s walk and my walk. But when it came time to actually get out of bed and put on the boots, only one of us made it. So Dave headed out to do the big walk into town and I slept in. Not for long – I was up in time to go in for the 9:00 yoga class, which only had two of us and was more focused on slow movements and alignment. Very good. When I got out from class Dave had made it to town and was sitting waiting at the whale. He had a very good walk but was feeling a little sore in the feet and ankle from yesterday, so he took the car and went back to the house to rest and get Tim while I stayed in town to do a little shopping. I got two very nice shrugs and two excellent pairs of capris for Nia and also some socks, because I forgot to bring socks that would work with my hiking boots and I am planning on trying for my big walk tomorrow.

It took a bit to wake Tim up – his nap from 6-9 last night kind of messed up his sleeping schedule, not to mention the effect of eating nearly entire package of Oreos. Eventually he woke up, and we met at Pizza a’fetta. It’s never been as good as the time we went there with Ben and Joan, but it’s still good. We had the #11 combo with added fresh garlic and it was very tasty but soggy on the bottom. While Dave and Tim were finishing the last two pieces I went to Bruce’s to check for salted caramels, which they had been out of when we went there last time. The first person I talked to said they were still out, but then I overheard another salesperson talking and it turned out they had them in the back, freshly made. They are so very good.

Then we went home and I had my first real nap of the vacation, on the bed with a throw blanket brought from home. Dave and Tim also napped. When we woke up, they did more work on the trebuchet and Tim went for a run to make sure he’d have room for dessert. I decided to see how much of Canta I remember, and I was excited to discover that I remember pretty much all of it. And more than that, I am hearing so much more in the music. I remember struggling to hear the changes in the first song, and even when I had the routine mostly down I was still unsure of several places in that song. Now they sound so obvious I find it hard to understand how I couldn’t have heard it. It was very fun.

Then Dave came in while I was stretching and did some work on travel plans for his sabbatical coming up in September, and I made our hotel reservations for Cousin Nate’s wedding, also coming up in September. It is good to be getting those things done. We would have gotten more things done but then it was time to head out to the Bistro. The motto for the Bistro used to be “Memorable meals of honorable mention” before it burned down. They rebuilt it, but it doesn’t have a slogan anymore. The meals are still memorable and it’s a very pretty space. Even though we didn’t get there until 7 it was still very light and bright, and I like the seascapes they have on the walls. I especially like the one in the women’s bathroom, and I wish Jen had come with us because I think she could do a nice reproduction for less than $1,400. Also their chocolate ganache pie with pecan crust is one of the best desserts in Cannon Beach, although the chocolate cake that Dave had gave it a run for its money. Tim had a roasted romaine salad that had more flavor in one bite that entire meals I’ve eaten at other places. Also Tim made up a calculus problem involving Rabbi Hillel and 7 sandwiches. And we had a very nice Arneis from Italy.

After dinner Dave and Tim finished putting together the trebuchet and tried shooting me with a sweet from Bruce’s. It missed, so I can’t say I was assaulted by caramel, although it was a salted caramel. Later on he had more success with a peanut butter and jelly flavored salt water taffy, although both times he hit me with it I was able to throw it back at him, bouncing it off the trebuchet box and hitting him. The trebuchet also has a tendency to fire backwards or up into the ceiling, but at least the taffies don’t disintegrate. Next stop: air cannon.

It was finally time tonight also for our first game of trouble, which Dave won easily – Tim and I weren’t even in the game. We finished it off and I won second. Then we played another game and I won and Dave came in second. So you can imagine that when we switched to farkle Tim was the most motivated, and in fact he did win, despite Dave calling him a chicken washer. After that we were exhausted and needed to retreat to our separate activities.