June 20th, 2004 | Published in Uncategorized
I couldn’t have asked for a better Father’s Day: woken up to breakfast in bed and an only mildly cranky Benjamin, then a trip to the coast for a few hours on Cannon Beach.
It’s the farthest Ben has ever been from home, and he took the whole expedition like a champ, content to take catnaps while we carried him around. The highlight of the trip was probably getting to see a pod of killer whales swim by in the distance, though they provoked a minor panic among some nearby visitors who seemed to think they were a school of giant black-and-white sharks.
The last nine pictures in the Ben gallery catch most of the day’s stuff. I also took a gigantic pano of Al and Ben in front of the world’s largest Sitka spruce that has the entertaining quality of appearing to bend as far backwards as it manages to go up thanks to, well, panorama shots not quite working the way you’d always want them to. I’m not sure how to go about presenting that, or if it’s more of a matter of just having taken a gigantic and impractical picture. The tree’s a wonder to behold in person.