Sometimes I get the feeling that when exciting events are on the horizon, time has a way of slowing down. Days painfully crawl forward. Our departure acts as if it is toying with us. Originally, the plan was to be heading south today on a big road trip. We had anticipated one last visit to our favorite spots on the Oregon coast and then an exploration of the northern Californian coast to see the redwoods. Unfortunately, health requirements for Audrey require us to stay around the area until the 28th or so.
At the same time, it's not that we have been idle. Last weekend, we gathered at Krista's grandmother's house with some family and friends on a beautiful summer evening. The wind died down and the mountain was crystal clear from the knoll that the house rests upon. The view east is over acres of nursery fields that have leafed out until the foothills begin to rise and then Mt Hood takes over. Ridge lines are well-defined by rock though the snowfields are still a brilliant white.
We also spent a nice evening at a former student's house sharing a great dinner and have been treated to some wonderful Portland restaurants. On Monday, our car drove away and on Thursday we cleaned our apartment for the last time. We're heading out to Hood River for a week before we return to get Audrey checked up and take some items to the famous slow boat.