Perfect day off

To celebrate the sunshine, we loaded up our most recent garage-sale find, a picnic basket/backpack, with cheese, crackers, wine and fruit, and hopped on our bikes. Just a couple of miles south is the Fernhill Wetlands, home to heaps of birds and fish.

There was a lovely little gazebo with a bench, where we just sat and sat, watching the ducks and enjoying the quiet. After a while, we enjoyed some brie and crackers.


I thought this flock of enormous ducks would take off when Eric rode by, but they were unfazed. Not even fazed a little bit.

You can't tell from these pictures, but the fish were leaping like crazy! Flip, plop. It was hard to look away--it's kind of like waiting to see a shooting star.

We then rode into Forest Grove and spread out our picnic blanket under these huge trees--cedars maybe?--at McMenamins. We ate some more cheese--this time, Tillamook Sharp Cheddar, the best cheese in the world--and drank some wine. But we mostly just reclined and talked.


My trusty baika as they say around here. The "real" Spanish word is bicicleta, but my neighbors say baika (pronounced "bike-uh").


Some plants on the grounds having an afternoon drink.

We threw the frisbee around for a while, then made a stop at the Goodwill. It was a lovely, lovely day.