Hello, all. I'm (Jake) making a long-delayed return into the Blog world. You'll probably notice the style elements of the Blog disappearing quite quickly, as I've completely forgotten how to use this website.
Anyway, Jill and I were finally able to make a trip out of Eugene to Florence, Oregon this weekend. We both badly needed to get out of the routine, and what better place than Florence, which is one hour away from Eugene.
I'll use summary to describe the boring parts. We walked on a jetty, we walked on the beach, and we ate Mo's famous clam chowder. Now for the good part:
Jill and I were walking on the beach, when she saw a sand dune to our right. She said, "I want to roll down that sand dune." I said, "have you forgotten you're not 10 years old anymore."
Apparently, this fact was lost on Jill, who raced up the sand dune and rolled for about 40 feet until she puddled at my toes in a dizzy mass of sweatshirt and sandy teeth. She said, "I can't really stand up straight." I said, "that's because you just rolled down a sand dune."
However, I've never been one to back down from peer pressure unless it involves copious drug use or wearing women's clothing. Therefor, it seemed natural to me to be the next to roll down the hill, and to top Jill's roll by getting a jumping start. Jill said, "that's fine, I'll take a video." So, I went up the hill, and jumped from the top into a roll, landing on my shoulder and leg. Now, I don't know if any of you practice blunt force trauma regularly, but I will tell you that landing on a sand dune at 25 years old feels like a train wreck more than a Disneyland ride.
Anyway, we both survived, and have some sweeet photos to prove our athleticism and grace. I hope that you all will get to witness, live, Jill in an upside down somersault position with butt placed high in the air. What a marvel.
Until next time,
Jake and Jill
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