I have a brother named Eric. He lives in Germany. I saw him when I was fifteen years old. Before that I saw him when I was five. And before that when I was one. In the past 30 years since I was fifteen I think I've talked to him once, and if memory serves I hung up on him.
So in the midst of finishing the quilt Aiden and I were making (as the house fell apart around us) I got the news that my sister Angela was bringing him to my house in a couple days! Well we got the quilt finished, the house picked up and I'm so glad Angela got to see our house. She was HUGELY instrumental in the sale going through! Our visit with Eric went well; I'm also so glad I kept one of my Dad's hawaiian shirts all these years as I was able to give it to Eric.
Eric and I went early one morning and saw the eagle nest east of town:
As we got closer the parents started flying about. We didn't want to disturb them so we respectfully left, picking up trash as we went. We also found the remains of a deer (probably) and Eric collected one of the vertibrae. Oh, AND a McDonald's cup!
Then we took him to the Rowena overlook.
(Eric, Aiden and Black)
The Gorge is still abloom with wildflowers.
And then on to Multnomah Falls!
No, no, that's just a PICTURE of the falls. THIS is Multnomah Falls:
Well, ok, that's a picture too.
(Elina, Aiden, Eric)
"I can HEAR some falls...."
Aiden and Eric discussing poetry. Or art. Or language. Or religion. Or....
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