Idaho is always a trip. Sort of great and sort of a bummer. Coming home out of the eastern Oregon tule fog and seeing the sun bouncing around in the Gorge was a welcome sight indeed. It is truly wonderful to be back in Portland.
Anyway, we killed some fish.
Brother-in-law brought in a pair of Mallards who ended up as a late, but satisfying dinner for the whole family.
And we drove a couple of thousand miles with two two-year-old boys.
They like rivers, trains, big trucks, lonesome mountains, and fried trout.
So far, so good.
2 comments:
Well played, Sir. Raising them boys right!
The Christmas when my late kid brother was probably four my parents gave him a toy train, 'cause that is what he asked for, "a train". He was one pissed off little boy, 'cause he wanted a TRAIN, not a toy train. A train; you know, "trains are big and black and smokin' - steam screamin' at the wheels". A kid's dream.
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