Saturday Is a Special Day

Last Saturday there was a break in the monotonous rain. Oregonians know that if the sun is out, you'd better get your little behind out, too, because it might not last long and it might not come again for days.

So, we loaded up the truck, the frisbee golf discs, the dog, grabbed some sandwiches, and headed to the park.

Only to find this:

Yeah. It was flooded. The picnic tables were bobbing around like corks and the frisbee golf cages were just poking out above the surface. That photo is of one of the shelters (courtesy of the Democrat Herald).

So we headed to another park, where things looked a little less wet. We got set up on our quilt and

we played,

we ate our sandwiches very dramatically while wearing our lucky tshirt from junior high,

Cookie dined on fresh greens,

and then Brian went off to throw a couple of shots, only to return moments later to inform me that the frisbee golf course was flooded, too.

Oh, Oregon!

But we still had fun...