George and I have returned from a wonderful trip along the Washington and Oregon coast.
We did some great canoe paddles, hikes, and exploring. George was the primary photographer, putting over a hundred photos in our Flickr account. 
I took very few photographs, but one, of malva flowers along a weathered wall, is my favorite.
We tent camped two days along Long Beach, four days at a RV community that allowed tent-camping, and one night at Hebo lake where we were the only campers on the lake.
The RV campground at Buck Lake was so delightful, a 65 and older residential community of older mobile homes. Two little lakes and huge sand dunes buffered the sides of it and the walkways and everything was well-maintained. 1950's style, with cute hand-made mailboxes. Every lot had flowers and nic-nacks to provide enchantment. We were the only tent campers and used this campground as a 'base-camp', from which we drove to all our picnic, canoeing and exploring locations. A blackbear came through the first night we were there, tipping over a garbage can. We were warned about him when we registered, that he visits, but wouldn't bother us if we left him alone.
At this campground I got to know a few of the people as I walked around the loop, and they were all so friendly. Rob, a man who camps there permanently while doing some odd repairs for the place, had a tent not far from us. He made sure we were comfortable. He gave information about the area, and also kept attuned to our habits - when we shut down for the night he turned off his music and sat quietly in front of his fire. He has a lawncare business, so worked in town every day. He'd sit in front of his fire alone in the evenings, and putter around. He told me he started helping his mom financially with the bills when he was only 10 by working crops; at 14 he left home, never completing school. Although he is only in his late 30's he seems much older...some teeth gone, his knees all busted up, a damaged shoulder and a scar on the top of his head.
The morning George and I packed up I put a plastic container of s'mores fixin's on Rob's picnic table (a big Hershey bar, marshmellows, a packet of cinnamon grahams and a little bag of powdered crushed walnuts).
Beside it I left this bouquet of flowers I'd picked the day before. I wanted him to know that we really appreciated the kindness he'd shown us. I could just see him laughing at those old flowers, which probably would have wilted a bit throughout the day. I left a metal roasting stick too, and I imagined him sitting by his fire, alone, saying "well, it's been awhile since I built one of these s'mores, but that's what she wants me to do...".
I did the best cooking! I filled one cooler with fruits and veggies, another with meat, eggs and milk products, and another one with salads and condiments. Rice pancakes, Thai soup, Moroccan couscous, Lebaneese cucumber salad with homemade yogurt; blueberry pancakes, shukshooka (Israeli breakfast of eggs, tomatoes, etc), barbecued veggies and chicken. Flickr sets of the various locations on the trip feature videos of my camp cooking. 
It was cool along the Oregon coast ~ most days were in the upper 60's. What a welcome relief it was, from the hot days here. The day we left Tacoma to drive down the coastline, temps rose to 104 degrees here! We got out just in the nick of time.Rahmat watered my garden while we were gone, but he and Ruhiyyih didn't pick any of the zuchinni. I had to haul about 100 lbs of it home, much of it over-grown.
Now, when anyone asks 'what's for dinner, I say "zuchinni". Zuchinni fritters, zuchinni stir-fry, Thai soup with zuchinni, zuchinni bread...
