Sunday, July 28, 2013

Concert on the 19th green and moving day!

 Our last night in StoneRidge and there is a free concert on the 19th hole! It was well attended many sitting in their golf carts. We brought our chairs and chardonnay! They sounded pretty good and some dancing did break out!

 Felt a little cool in the shade, but somehow we survived.
 Leaving Sunday morning for Washington. This is San Souci lake that borders StoneRidge, perfect mirror.
 The might Columbia River. Highway 84 in Oregon hugs the shore for many miles.
 The snowcapped distant peak is Mount Hood, Oregon's highest at over 11,000 feet.
 The further we went the worse the wind got, creating lots of white caps. The area pictured has many board sailors and kite surfers. The wind was probably 30-40 mph. I had white knuckles for many miles and slowed down to 50 in spots.
 Lots of barges on the river.
 Finally made it to my brother Rick's house, 430 miles later! Seven and one half hours of driving.
 My mother, Mary Jo Lewis outside her quilt studio and home.
 Who else has beautiful quilts hanging in their garage?
 Outside of Mom's house, note the flags. The yellow one is "Don't tread on me".
 More quilts. Mom has won many awards for her designs and teaches quilting.
 The back of Rick's house that faces a street in Battleground.
 Blackberries growing wild on the back fence, mmm, picking them tomorrow.
 These are my niece Kim's newest chicks.
 Kim has a nice garden and colorful chickens.
 This would be Goldie, of course.
 Spot, naturally.
 And this is Henry the rooster, he is beautiful and crows quite a bit. He is there for protection as their house is on the edge of a forest.
 Kim's husband Rob and Ryan's pregnant wife Kelsey. Kelsey is due September 17th, a very lucky day to be born.
 Ryan and son, Super Cameron. Cam and I became best friends real quick!
Kim, Linda and Mom working on dinner. Bleu cheese hamburgers, corn on the cob, salad and chili, very tasty. Please take special note of the white bowl in the foreground with blueberries. Cam picked those just for "Uncle grandpaw Glenn". I will treasure these for breakfast. They grow in their back yard.

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