
This weekend we found ourselves in Anacortes with my mom and Loren for the 28th annual Oyster Run (a great big motorcycle festival). Since my parents recently got into riding themselves it was fun to see them blend in with all the bikers in their gear and to check out the beautiful bikes (lots of Harleys). We enjoyed our fair share of greasy corn dogs and fire roasted corn as well.
Hadley was a charmer and it was priceless seeing a bunch of big tough biker dudes making silly faces and cooing at a baby. At one point Clophie the giraffe (her favorite) went missing (she's taken to chucking toys out of her stroller lately) and grandma went on a recon mission back through the crowd...she finally spotted Clophie being squeaked to death by a big biker chick. She was kind enough to return her to the rightful owner after my mom (also decked out in leathers so as not to be messed with) exclaimed, "that's my granddaughters!"! How cute is that.
http://www.oysterrun.org/
