Elisa and Solomon.
They both got the entire day off work to spend with us, and we made the most of it. Of course they were charming, as always.
We finished off the day by driving east out of Portland, after rush-hour traffic to the Columbia River Gorge. Along the way, Mount Hood peeked out.
Settled in for the night at Ainsworth State Park, at a wonderful site; just like state parks are supposed to be.
Easy walks for my rehabilitating leg.
No problem.
On the water, drive your boat over the lift and it picks you up.
Then the fork lift picks you up even higher,
…and puts you away up on a shelf!
Meanwhile, we’ve moved on. We’re at Paradise Point State Park down by Oregon for the night.
It’s not as nice as it looks. It’s right on the freeway, so it’s really loud. No problem. We’re moving on tomorrow morning.
Along the way. Mount Ranier makes an appearance.
Rainbow Bridge.
Deadliest Catch.
Judy says if she were a boat, she’d be a tugboat. Or maybe a little working boat like this.
And what a nice spot for a park and waterfall.
It seems every time we’re here it’s in full bloom.
The Old Fir Log.
It was born in the 1200s!
It’s big.
Clear rings to count.
They put tags on the date line for notable events.
If you expand the photo, you can see how most of our history is jammed in right at the end.
