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Run to the end of Summer

Last weekend was the annual “Run to the End of the World” in Long Beach, Washington. We’ve been going with friends for several years, but never with a car of our own. Last year, after an expensive and exhausting 6-month marathon, Bettie decided in the 11th hour that she wasn’t ready for her debut.  Frustrating, but that’s the sport.

Fast forward (through countless other tales of mechanical trials, tribulations and triumphs) to this year, and she was ready.  More than ready, as it turned out.  So here’s how the weekend went:

Can you hear the ocean?

Beach walk #1

“Stuck” in construction traffic on the bridge to Astoria

Bettie (aka “The Girlfriend”)

I like big trunks and I cannot lie

Cruisin’ downtown Long Beach, WA

The boys are in the woodshed grilling oysters. No, really!

Gratuitous pic of my favorite guy

Beach walk #2

I would add a ton of car pics, but they’re mostly on Jon’s camera. You get the idea, though. Also on his camera is a photo of the award we won. On her first trip to Long Beach! We were absolutely beside ourselves (I’m still a little emotional) and I couldn’t be more proud of him and all the hard work he’s put into “the girlfriend”.

So while we followed the sign that points to home, we might have left a little bit of our hearts in Long Beach. That’s okay, it’ll be there waiting for us next year!

The sign says it all.

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Yay Bettie!!! I’m glad you had a good time!

    September 16, 2012
  2. Seriously love seeing photos of the area! It looks like a lovely time.

    September 18, 2012

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