Elisa
and Solomon.
They
both got the entire day off work to spend with us, and we made the most of
it. Of course they were charming, as always.
We
finished off the day by driving east out of Portland, after rush-hour traffic
to the Columbia River Gorge. Along the way, Mount Hood peeked out.
Settled
in for the night at Ainsworth State Park, at a wonderful site; just like state
parks are supposed to be.
Easy
walks for my rehabilitating leg.
No
problem.
On
the water, drive your boat over the lift and it picks you up.
Then
the fork lift picks you up even higher,
…and
puts you away up on a shelf!
Meanwhile,
we’ve moved on. We’re at Paradise Point State Park down by Oregon for the
night.
It’s
not as nice as it looks. It’s right on the freeway, so it’s really
loud. No problem. We’re moving on tomorrow morning.
Along
the way. Mount Ranier makes an appearance.
Rainbow
Bridge.
Deadliest
Catch.
Judy
says if she were a boat, she’d be a tugboat. Or maybe a little working
boat like this.
And
what a nice spot for a park and waterfall.
The
Old Fir Log.
It
was born in the 1200s!
It’s
big.
Clear
rings to count.
They
put tags on the date line for notable events.
If
you expand the photo, you can see how most of our history is jammed in right at
the end.
Had
the date with the orthopedic doctor. It is a hamstring tear, and probably
in two different places, but no surgery is required. The hamstring is
made up of four separate muscles, and while the injured muscle may never regain
the form of its former self, there is plenty of other muscle for the leg to
function normally for me. Imaging and corrective surgery would have been
a possibility had I been a young professional athlete. Since we’re not
going that corrective route, this probably ends my prospects for a pro career
. Letting it heal on its own over the next month or so should be just
fine.
We’ll
keep rolling along.
With
a story.
It
was believed to be a thousand years old when it died in a fire in the 1800s.
