The story at West Linn has been the weather. After arriving in a sizzle, there were two days of continuous drizzle, interrupted by occasional drenching. Even the Oregonians felt rain-slogged by this un-summery weather. Fritz and Dee returned from Crater Lake, and it was great to re-unite with our friends from the north who allow us to stay at Camp vonTagen. We’ve even got a 50 amp plug-in this year.
One cannot help but be blown away by the immense multi-million dollar enclaves that are so abundant in this area. I have never seen such a concentration of spectacular houses, commonly located on parcels ranging from 6-20 acres. Lush landscaping is the rule. One even sported twin polo fields (reputed to be owned by a ‘dot-commer’). Many are ‘for sale’ in case anybody wants to ‘move up.’ Where did all of this money come from?
With the rain finally departing, Fritz and I went airborne in his Cessna last evening while Janice and Dee attended the Oregon City “Oregon 1859” presentation by the author. After buzzing the ladies and then a winery-owner friend at an altitude of a couple hundred feet, we headed east and south, exploring rivers and riverbanks for favorable locations for Fritz’ future riverside retreat (which will include a concrete RV pad). Gorgeous country from the air, with (again) sprawling estates abundant.
Janice also gave a presentation at world-famous Powell’s Book Store in Portland, an event that was attended by folks from her Timber Press publisher. The book is doing very well, with 2200 copies sold in a little over a month.
A golf ‘practice round’ confirmed that recent low scores were not flukes. The driver even came alive again. If I can just remember how it happened…but that’s golf and the nature of multiple swing thoughts.
Today we met for lunch with Cousin Anne and her mother, Janice’s Aunt Helen. Helen could be a twin for Janice’s late mother--- which was apparent looking at Janice as they greeted one another.
Steak dinner (did I hear ‘red wine’?) is on the evening schedule before we depart in the a.m. headed up the Columbia Gorge to Memaloose State Park near Fort Hood.
Interesting figures: 7.8 mpg for the last 400 miles. Gas now at $3.66. Scrabble: 51-13, one tie.
One cannot help but be blown away by the immense multi-million dollar enclaves that are so abundant in this area. I have never seen such a concentration of spectacular houses, commonly located on parcels ranging from 6-20 acres. Lush landscaping is the rule. One even sported twin polo fields (reputed to be owned by a ‘dot-commer’). Many are ‘for sale’ in case anybody wants to ‘move up.’ Where did all of this money come from?With the rain finally departing, Fritz and I went airborne in his Cessna last evening while Janice and Dee attended the Oregon City “Oregon 1859” presentation by the author. After buzzing the ladies and then a winery-owner friend at an altitude of a couple hundred feet, we headed east and south, exploring rivers and riverbanks for favorable locations for Fritz’ future riverside retreat (which will include a concrete RV pad). Gorgeous country from the air, with (again) sprawling estates abundant.
Janice also gave a presentation at world-famous Powell’s Book Store in Portland, an event that was attended by folks from her Timber Press publisher. The book is doing very well, with 2200 copies sold in a little over a month.
A golf ‘practice round’ confirmed that recent low scores were not flukes. The driver even came alive again. If I can just remember how it happened…but that’s golf and the nature of multiple swing thoughts.
Today we met for lunch with Cousin Anne and her mother, Janice’s Aunt Helen. Helen could be a twin for Janice’s late mother--- which was apparent looking at Janice as they greeted one another.Steak dinner (did I hear ‘red wine’?) is on the evening schedule before we depart in the a.m. headed up the Columbia Gorge to Memaloose State Park near Fort Hood.
Interesting figures: 7.8 mpg for the last 400 miles. Gas now at $3.66. Scrabble: 51-13, one tie.
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