We went to Oregon last weekend for my grandfather's 91st birthday. Here are some highlights of the road trip.
K. riding the "tractor" with my redneck cousin:
A goat trying to get out of the rain:
He was better off than this poor pony:
The phrasing of this sign just seems wrong to me:
Since it is at a drive through, where you would be concerned about your roof. Unless you were a giant in a convertible, I guess. Didn't see one of those.
There were a lot of fun photo-less things, including two fiber shops. If you are on Ravelry you can read about the Unicorn Donkey incident. If you are not on Rav, in a nutshell, my family thinks I am studip because I though I saw a brown unicorn. They have no problem with the idea that I saw a unicorn in the Willamette Valley.
And I have been spinning like mad the past two weeks for Le Tour de Fleece. Several hundred yards of Scandinavian breed wool for my Danish Tie Shawl. On vacation I switched to the spindle.
I spun in the car:
On a ferry:
In the La Quinta Inn "fitness room".