Let’s face it, we live in the Pacific Northwest. Any opening in the weather is red-alert for road trip.
Actually, since I bought my new car in Washington, the State of Oregon (I live in the capitol city) mailed my license plates to the dealer in another state. Surely a mystery to me since they didn’t ask for ID, nor did they offer to put them on the car I just bought from them.
The Cedar Creek Grist Mill was another 45 minutes up the road and was on the Pacific Northwest bucket list.
Buddy, the oldest hound in the gardens—soon to be 14, drew the lucky straw.
The colors were beautiful as was the mill. It was a great day for a short hike and few photos.