After the weather we’ve had in Seattle these past few months, I wouldn’t know summer if it jumped up and bit me. But after a hot August weekend in Portland, you’ll no longer hear me complaining. It was so hot and sunny that I almost got a tan. And by hot, I mean ninety degrees. I’m officially a weather wimp.
Good thing Portland had other attractions to take my mind off the heat:
Thank you, Voodoo Doughnut. That maple bacon bar helped replenish my electrolytes…
So I could make sure my drag racing daughter and her drag racing cousins didn’t drive into oncoming traffic. That’s Rue riding shotgun in the squad car. Getting to ride in the front row is pretty good…
But being behind the wheel is all she’s ever wanted.
In short, when vacationing with a herd of small children, don’t expect to hit the usual tourist destinations. You don’t have to go looking for adventure or photo-worthy moments. Both just seem to present themselves.
Later this week: green beans. Sure, Lupe was brave enough to pick them, but was she brave enough to eat them?