Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome

My parents flew in Thursday morning. This was their first visit to lovely Oregon, and Portland could not have been more welcoming. It rained, hailed, rained, snowed, and rained. Sometimes within a ten minute span. That isn't to say that we never saw the sun. It would come out sometimes while it was hailing, or just long enough to make us think we might be able to catch a glimpse of the mountain only to fall short. Here are some things we did.

We drove out to the gorge...














And looked at waterfalls...




















And walked around under them...












And stood above them... (giving my mother a heart attack)


















got very wet and cold...














..and ran away.


















Unless we were asked to take a picture, of course.






After that we sort of stopped taking pictures. We did a lot of other stuff, mostly involving a lot of food, shopping, and walking in the rain. We also managed to run two red lights, have a hot dog thrown at our car, get drunk off of wine samples at swanky wineries (maybe that was just me), and see a man playing golf in some pants I know none of us will ever forget. Did I mention that we ate a lot? Well, we did.