One of our favorites was a visit to the fish hatchery in Camp Sherman. Look closely at the water. All those fish! Ellie is feeding them here. You'd throw a tiny bisquit in the water and hundreds--thousands? would rush to grab the food.
Cowboy Leo read ALL about the salmon and trout.
Why yes, the big kids were outfitted in their western attire (new cow boy hats and boots for both, I for one am seething with jealousy at Ellie's red cow boy boots...they did not come in my size). Hey, when in Rome...
Lucy, not in western garb.
I could have stood on the bridge overlooking this gorgeous water for a loooong time. Such an incredible bluish green color.
After the fish hatchery we headed to Bend where we had lunch at Deschutes Brewery pub (or as I like to call, it the Mother Ship). No pictures of our meal (and beverages) because, well, you can't drink the best beer in the world, wrangle small children AND take photographs.
Post lunch, the big kids and the grandparents went to the High Desert Museum in Bend. Meanwhile, just to shake things up, Erin and I spent a few hours with the babies at an urgent care clinic, suspicious that the lack of sleep and several hours of Lucy wailing the night before might indicate an ear infection. But no dice! Diagnosis: just nasty little colds (and probably the time change) = no sleeping! Ah well, what vacation is complete with young ones without a trip or two to urgent care?
When we weren't fish hatchery or museum going, there was time for dress up. Here's Ellie, channeling Michael Phelps, Dolly Parton and Stevie Nicks.
And morning snuggles with Grandma.
And more art with Grandpa.
A fairy, by Ellie
A fairy, by Leo
"Relaxing" by the pool.
As you can see, it was a rough life.
Still to come: the final Oregon installment, which includes this event, also known as, perhaps my favorite picture ever, of all time.
1 comment:
oh my god, the boots! the boooooots!
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