Back In Portlandia

After a quick laundry stop in Redmond it's back to PDX. Spent morning getting more lumber to work on the climbing wall then off for the evening game ritual. 

First get banded like a migratory bird. 

Only the first 1000 of the not-so-rare Timbers Army Loons get banded. I found an old guy to model his. 

Then get back on the bus that conveniently stops near the Great Harvest Bread Co. Grab a coffee and cinnamon bun and walk the block to the river. 

Weather was perfect. 

Sorry Sara, I was going to include a photo of the awesome cinnamon roll but after opening it on the park bench for a sample.......

This was the leftover brown sugar and butter that I didn't eat. Guess I'll give up on that "food blogger" career I was considering. 

Then after a little "culture absorption" I went to the game. 

The game wasn't pretty. More of a street brawl on turf with confused arbitrators and loud foul mouthed drunks in the stands, all ending in an unsatisfying tie. I even had the guy next to me throwing up. Luckily, it was in the final minutes and no bystanders were splashed. It wasn't our finest hour. Oh well. They can't all be. 

Kids out doing family stuff; Grandpa home doing his stuff. Weather is perfect for both. 

On My Way

Teri's in LA, I'm in Anchorage. It's 12:12 am and my flight for Seattle leaves at 2:20. Seldom does a trip to Alaska not involve at least one red eye or spending the night in an airport. 

Went for a short walk to check out the Worsfold's personal ski area and the fireweed one last time. 

I went a ways up Olsen Mountain road before I remembered that gravel trucks were doing a lot of hauling, which was stirring up lots of dust. Good guy water truck driver was wetting down the road to hold down the dust. He shuts down 50 ft on either side of me so I don't get drenched.

This is the view from their dinning room table. 

And from the porch swing. 

It's ever changing and always dazzling. The "lawn" takes hours to mow and usually has the resident Sandhill Cranes grazing. 

The perfect weather is supposed to break this weekend; just in time for the "Salmon Stock" concert in Ninilchik this week end. 

I should be in Redmond around noon today, where I'm told that the weather is perfect.