Sunday morning we loaded up all the necessary supplies to live in Homer for a while and made it as far as Olympia for a mini class reunion of AHS Class of '66. We all look exactly the same.
Shopping in Portland was productive but my favorite part was that they have to tell us that the advertised and appealing hot dog is not actual size.
He liked it. I'm not sure if his favorite part was the hot dog or the fifty cents.
Heading toward the Oregon Coast where moss seems to reign over everything. It's strangely pretty.
A quick stop for lunch and we're on our way.
If all goes well and the creek don't rise, we'll be in San Francisco on Friday. It was kind of frustrating to leave the house project, but maybe the house sitters will finish it.. Wouldn't it be fun to return to find everything complete, all boxes unpacked and the floors shiny clean?
That's what I'll ask Santa for, but he grimaces when I try to sit on his lap these days.
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