Sunday we head for the Mt. Emily area to select a tree at one of the rural purveyors. After the requisite struggle to actually saw, haul and stash the thing, we discover that the battery of our conveyance has died, and refuses a charge. The tree farmer invites us to relax by the fire in his shop while we await an AAA rescue.
A little Christmas music, delivered differently …
Just spotted Ivi on her way from Portland this afternoon. Here she is coming over Meacham Pass.
UPDATE 12/16/2011: Yep, Ivi had arrived by the time I got off work last night. Sure enough.
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Here we go. Everybody does it this time of year. Here is the first in the Denver Post’s series of its “best” photos of the year:
Another in an intermittent series of boring-with-momentary-spikes-of-note sports events:
Friday we drive to Portland in fog that made for a beautiful, soft grey-white landscape. After a quick stop at Trader Joe’s to stock provisions for the fierceness of the forthcoming winter, we go a few blocks to Portland’s historic train station to meet Nik coming in on a 7-hour ride from Klamath Falls. From there it is down to Lewis & Clark to meet up with Ivi for dinner in Lake Oswego. We return Ivi to her dorm shortly so she can resume finals study, then we immediately hit the road, battling Portland rush hour traffic and arriving home at 11pm. On the way, Nik is interrogated about seemingly every aspect of his experience during the past three months, and we still haven’t heard enough by the time we drop off to bed; for some of us that meant 2am.
