Anson came down from Seattle and we hung out on the property, grilling and chilling, as you might say. Julie Pedersen came by with her daughter Kate for dinner and a visit on Sunday night. We haven't seen those guys for a few years, so it was a good opportunity to catch up.
After those few days in Portland, we went to a rental house ("rustic cottage," it was called, and appropriately so) on the Molalla River. The house is built on the point of land at the confluence of Trout Creek and the Molalla. It was preternaturally chilly in the house, but we didn't mind. Scott, Barb, and I also didn't mind the ICE COLD water that we plunged into from the littoral rocks. So refreshing!
Back in town we had a double date (sans kids -- thanks, Grandma) at a semi-fancy restaurant, went zip lining in the canopy of a forest, toured the Japanese Garden, explored Powell's City of Books, and saw a movie (everyone but me).
Now brace yourself for a ton of pictures!
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| It was a blast to have a circle of friends on Mom's front porch. She loved coming out and socializing with the youngsters. In the past, she was in her forties hanging out with teenagers. Now the teenagers are in their forties. |
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| Scott and Mom had a great rapport. |
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| We had a good time at the Chinese Garden, but it simply inflamed Melissa's desire to see the Japanese Garden. As we learned, they are VERY different. Plus, the koi were more active than usual, which was nice. |
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| Breakfast at Jam on Hawthorne. Barb and I have been wanting to go here forever, but on weekends there's a line out the door -- and has been for years! We went there on a Monday and didn't get seated instantly. It was still doing good business. But our meals were great. Melissa got a crazy Bloody Mary with a full piece of candied bacon as a garnish. The only fly in the ointment was Elizabeth was unaccountably grumpy. But we survived. |
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| The Rustic Cottage. Overall, pretty comfortable. To the left, a hot tub. To the right, a picnic table and grill and then the icy waters of Trout Creek. |
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| That water was very cold. Holy moley, it was cold. But Barb, Scott, and I all plunged, and we were all the better for it. |
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| Scott braving the super cold waters of Trout Creek. For some reason. |
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| Elizabeth working in her sketchbook by the creek. |
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| Taking a snack break on our hike. |
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| That's us in the hot tub, surrounded by nature. You can barely see it in this picture, but the river was visible to us from the hot tub. Very nice! |
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| Scott did an amazing job grilling steaks under trying circumstances. The grill itself was so far from the bed of coals! He pulled it off, pro that he is, and we had a very nice meal. |
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| The first night we had a campfire, the girls were disappointed by the absence of s'mores. Barb and I had just not been thinking of this as a camping trip. The next day, Scott and Melissa made a special trip to a store to buy graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows. The girls were delighted! |
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| Look how happy Suzanne is to have a chocolate covvered marshmallow! |
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| Barb on the approach to the waterfall. This place was magical! |
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| Suzanne wanted to walk through this drain pipe that shuttled the water from the waterfall under the road and into the tributary. I encouraged her to do it, but I was wearing shoes, not sandals, so didn't want to accompany her. She (wisely) didn't care to venture into Pennywise territory without an adult. Thankfully, Barb was wearing sandals, so she took both girls through. |
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| Scott communing with the waterfall. |
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| This was the stretch of river near the secret waterfall. To the right of those cliffs is a trail, that leads to something wonderful. |
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| At The Woodsman Tavern for double-date night. Barb insisted we try oysters, and I think we all were happy we did. |
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| Both kids wanted nothing more than to spend time attached to Scott or Melissa. |
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| At Double Mountain. Melissa and I got the same sandwich and then looked on enviously as Scott scarfed down his much better looking reuben. |
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| We went to the Japanese Garden and it was awesome. It always is. |
