A month ago our dear friends came to visit. This weekend we whisked ourselves away to Spokane to continue the fun we had. It was a whirlwind of activity and Spokane razzle dazzled us with it’s sparkly charm.
A pumpkin patch gearing up for its first big weekend beckoned for the girls to break it in. The girls picked red, crisp apples and wacky gourds from bins as their red, sweaty cheeks gave away their pumpkin patch adventure.
We had brunch a French bistro and walked through downtown. Abigail rode her first carousel which went something like this: hesitation, reservation, can we go again? A goat sculpture gobbled up trash and we delighted in the delicious fun of digging out old coupons and receipts from deep in our purses to hand over to tiny hands. At a riverfront park a giant Radio Flyer slide stood like a challenge we took on over and over.
Before we knew it the weekend came to a close. We drove home to Oregon drizzle and gray, foggy skies. Hank was reunited with his partner in crime and they shared sneaky crackers in plain sight.And you might not know this about the Oregon Coast with its winter of rain and fog and gloom. But if you live here you’re in on the secret that every so often the sun will set against the backdrop of the clearest sky you’ve ever seen. Razzle dazzle.