Crystal didn’t draw the short straw for today’s adventure, she demanded it.
It was a nearly picture perfect day for an adventure. The skies were a brilliant blue and the trees and daffodils were blooming everywhere.
Historic Brownsville, Oregon was a very quaint little town for walkabout.
People milled about enjoying the day and the conversation.
This steeple once an old church, is now a massage parlour.
The town had many beautiful homes, some victorian like this house on the hill.
A tire swing hangs from a tree, a reminder of yesterday’s past time.
Of course, one of the resident kitties was none to happy to see Crystal stroll by.