The End

As Chauser wrote in his poem, Troilus and Criseyde, "All good things must come to an end."

This is also true for the Adventures of Pam & Frank.

I have not stopped blogging, but there is no more to say in this particular blog. If you enjoyed this blog, thank you for reading.

Please be well, and take care.

-Pam

No Ma, I don't need a towel

We spent the afternoon on the coast with the dog. Before getting into the car for the ride home, we gave him a towel but he didn't want it.

It's winter... somewhere

Bleh. So happy to be living in Oregon this morning.

(My winter coat is a pea coat styled sweatshirt.)

Trees in the Mist

Trees in the Mist-Portrait, Northumberland, originally uploaded by welshio.

Eight more days until Halloween!

The Sleeper - Edgar Allan Poe

The Sleeper - Edgar Allan Poe , originally uploaded by jumpinjimmyjava.

So creepy. I don't even want to know what's on the other side of these doors.

Girls are on sale this week at the mall

Time to stock up!

So here’s what really happened

Last week I teased my Facebook friends with this picture of my left foot in a walking cast, asking them to come up with a story about what happened here. “Can your crazy story top what actually happened?” I asked.
Almost all thhe replies were fantastic stories and I wish they were ALL true. it certainly would make for an interesting Christmas newsletter at the end of the year.

SFFD to Cape Perpetua

Our family has been taking lots of road trips around the Pacific Northwest over the last month. On one weekend, we decided to drive out to the coast and spend some time exploring Cape Perpetua. Sandwiches, dog, kid, cameras were loaded into the car and off we went, down highways 22 and 18 to Lincoln City, then south on Hwy 101 until we arrived.

The kid, being a teenager and all, was a little grumpy about having to tag along with mom and dad. The dog, who usually whines every 15 minutes for a long sniff out an open window, was surprisingly quiet. Things changed once we got there, however.

Mergansers on Suttle Lake

It’s stupid to have lived in Oregon for almost 10 years without really exploring beyond the Willamette Valley. Before yesterday, I had made only two trips over the Santiam Pass. Over the past few months, I have started to come alive and am rapidly expanding my world, which includes discovering Oregon.

Yesterday, when plans to meet up with a friend for a hike and photo shoot in the Jefferson Wilderness fell through, I grabbed Rachel and we headed east. Lunch was made and the car was ready for a road trip, so why not?

Photo of the Santiam Pass burn area courtesy of A.S. Photography

When we first moved here for the upper midwest, I was dying to go swimming in a lake. Local friends recommended Suttle Lake, and while I knew where it was, I had never gone. Yesterday I pointed the car in that direction and drove… over the pass, through the insanely surreal B & B Complex burn area, and to the lake. Yes, it’s a lake all right, but a Midwesterner (aka me) would be hesitant to swim at the gravel beach and steep grade to the bottom.

Rachel stayed in the car (party pooper) while I walked down the Suttle Lake Smoke Trail, along the north side of the lake. I don’t know why I didn’t take my camera. What was I thinking? Darn, I’ll have to go back. Early. With camera and tripod.

It’s a Meat Pie, not Tassels

Of course, if it was tassels, Whooooo! Go Sue!