A week before we left on our long trip, we were able to spend several days in southern Oregon at Diamond Lake, at the cabin of our daughter-in-law Nikki's parents. Mark and Nikki's dad Artie fished in vain for two days before Mark finally snagged this 16-incher. He was a very chubby fellow (the fish, not Mark!), and, once baked, easily fed the four of us. VERY yummy!
Nikki's mom Radwyn is snapping a picture of the fish before we devoured it, while Artie looks on in anticipation of the great meal. Their cabin is so cute, and we had such a nice time with Artie and Radwyn. Thanks, guys!
There is not much that is better than fresh-caught fish for dinner.
Diamond Lake is so very beautiful.
A week later, we hit the road for our long journey that would take us almost 4,000 miles. First stop was Fort Vancouver, Washington, where we toured the fort and learned about its history. I didn't take any pictures there for some reason. Suffice it to say that it was fascinating, and you should go there if you haven't already had the opportunity.
Next stop was Dayton, Washington, just north of Walla Walla. Above are some wild turkeys that descended into Mark's aunt's and uncle's front yard. They were fun to watch, but Uncle Bud soon unleashed his dog to scare them away, as they will eat everything in the garden if allowed to roam.
The next morning was Mark's birthday, which he enjoyed celebrating in the city of his birth! Here he has just opened a gift from Sarah, which consisted of two great books and all the supplies needed for dipping bread - the olive oil, the spices, and the dipping bowls. We have used them since arriving back home, and it is sure yummy!
We lived in Dayton for five years early in our marriage, and Sarah and Jake were born there. While we lived there, Mark worked for the City of Dayton as Park Superintendent. He made several signs at that time, and it is funny that this sign that he made still adorns the entrance to the City Park all these years later.
At church that morning, Uncle Bud led the signing (while Aunt Marilyn played the piano), and then called to the front all those celebrating birthdays that week. Of course, it being Mark's birthday, he had to go up front so they could sing their version of the birthday song to him.
Next they sang another birthday-related song.
And finally, they brought out a birthday bank, and Mark deposited coins equal to his age - 57 in his case - to be sent to missionaries. Have fun with your 57 cents, missionaries!
Aunt Marilyn baked Mark an angel food cake for his big day.
Dear Uncle Bud and Aunt Marilyn - we love you both sooooo much!
We spied this barbeque outside a hardware store in a neighboring town.
"Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain." The wheat was ready to harvest, and looks so golden and beautiful, especially when the wind gently blows the crop -it truly does look like waves.
Mark stands on a street corner in downtown Dayton.
The city was dedicating a memorial to all war veterans the last night we were in town, and we attended the festivities. There were speakers, singers, and refreshments. Great small-town American patriotism. We loved it.
Above is the new memorial. And below is a quartet that bravely sang their hearts out!
The next morning, Aunt Marilyn cooked us a huge farm breakfast before we hit the road to our next destination. I did the eggs. Very fun times in Dayton.
Nikki's mom Radwyn is snapping a picture of the fish before we devoured it, while Artie looks on in anticipation of the great meal. Their cabin is so cute, and we had such a nice time with Artie and Radwyn. Thanks, guys!
There is not much that is better than fresh-caught fish for dinner.
Diamond Lake is so very beautiful.
A week later, we hit the road for our long journey that would take us almost 4,000 miles. First stop was Fort Vancouver, Washington, where we toured the fort and learned about its history. I didn't take any pictures there for some reason. Suffice it to say that it was fascinating, and you should go there if you haven't already had the opportunity.
Next stop was Dayton, Washington, just north of Walla Walla. Above are some wild turkeys that descended into Mark's aunt's and uncle's front yard. They were fun to watch, but Uncle Bud soon unleashed his dog to scare them away, as they will eat everything in the garden if allowed to roam.
The next morning was Mark's birthday, which he enjoyed celebrating in the city of his birth! Here he has just opened a gift from Sarah, which consisted of two great books and all the supplies needed for dipping bread - the olive oil, the spices, and the dipping bowls. We have used them since arriving back home, and it is sure yummy!
We lived in Dayton for five years early in our marriage, and Sarah and Jake were born there. While we lived there, Mark worked for the City of Dayton as Park Superintendent. He made several signs at that time, and it is funny that this sign that he made still adorns the entrance to the City Park all these years later.
At church that morning, Uncle Bud led the signing (while Aunt Marilyn played the piano), and then called to the front all those celebrating birthdays that week. Of course, it being Mark's birthday, he had to go up front so they could sing their version of the birthday song to him.
Next they sang another birthday-related song.
And finally, they brought out a birthday bank, and Mark deposited coins equal to his age - 57 in his case - to be sent to missionaries. Have fun with your 57 cents, missionaries!
Aunt Marilyn baked Mark an angel food cake for his big day.
Dear Uncle Bud and Aunt Marilyn - we love you both sooooo much!
We spied this barbeque outside a hardware store in a neighboring town.
"Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain." The wheat was ready to harvest, and looks so golden and beautiful, especially when the wind gently blows the crop -it truly does look like waves.
Mark stands on a street corner in downtown Dayton.
The city was dedicating a memorial to all war veterans the last night we were in town, and we attended the festivities. There were speakers, singers, and refreshments. Great small-town American patriotism. We loved it.
Above is the new memorial. And below is a quartet that bravely sang their hearts out!The next morning, Aunt Marilyn cooked us a huge farm breakfast before we hit the road to our next destination. I did the eggs. Very fun times in Dayton.
2 comments:
mmmm that fish looks yummy!
I like the grain shot!
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