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.
Had the date with the orthopedic doctor. It is a hamstring tear, and probably in two different places, but no surgery is required. The hamstring is made up of four separate muscles, and while the injured muscle may never regain the form of its former self, there is plenty of other muscle for the leg to function normally for me. Imaging and corrective surgery would have been a possibility had I been a young professional athlete. Since we’re not going that corrective route, this probably ends my prospects for a pro career . Letting it heal on its own over the next month or so should be just fine.
We’ll keep rolling along.
