Thursday, August 22
It seemed like time to slip into town for dinner despite the amazing organized meal planning that we had going for the week.
Little boys just migrate immediately to the nearest puddle.
And big boys navigate to the nearest microbrewery.
Papa can usually find someone who thinks his jokes are funny.
And after dinner it is time to run and run and run.
Despite his bike crash earlier this week, C stopped to pose by this Cycle Oregon sculpture. I predict someday he will ride in Cycle Oregon.
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