Thanksgiving - An Event to Remember

On Wednesday Linda's sister and brother made the long journey east to help us celebrate the holiday. Diane, Al Dee, Kenyon and Alayna arrived at the house around 6 PM and we broke out the pizza as soon as they got settled. They were staying in Coeur d'Alene in a house right next to the college. We had a great time talking and eating, catching up on what everyone has been up to. Jeff and his family checked into their hotel in Spokane at around 8 PM, they would get some rest and then join everyone at our house for Thanksgiving dinner.

The house was packed by the time our dinner was ready. The five from Washington and the four from Oregon joined the two from Idaho and then we added two dogs. We were busting at the seams. Our traditional dinner came together perfectly. The turkey and stuffing was done right on time. We had potato's, gravy, green beans with bacon and almonds, a super salad, crescent rolls and Trader Joe's cranberry sauce.

Lisa and Jeff had provided pies for the feast desert. They didn't last long. By the time the pies were devoured we were stuffed. We laughed and talked, enjoying everyone being together. By 9 PM everyone was beat, we said goodnight and prepared for the morning trip down to Moscow.

We loaded up the truck and drove down via I-95. The roads were pretty good most of the way down, a little bit of snow around Tensed but the truck held its own. We arrived and checked into the Super 8 in the early afternoon. We drove over to Linda's Mom and Dad's place and got settled in. Diane and the family showed up about a half hour after us.

At the the parent's house the entire Halbhuber gathered, Jeff and his four family members, Diane and her three, Linda and I. It was Ray's birthday and he was turning 80. The kids got together and bought their parents a cell phone, their first. It is a move to get them set up so that we could be in contact with them where ever they go. It will be comforting to know that they can be reached even when they are not at home. They were excited about it but, it was new technology and a bit overwhelming.

Up dates but nothing exciting.

1) We traveled down to Linda's parents last weekend because Dad took Mom to the emergency room. Since they only have a land line and their answering machine does not work well, we loaded the camper and drove down so that we could find out the scoop. The hospital staff could find nothing wrong and she was sent home. We stayed the night in the camper and then drove home on Sunday. We still have no idea what was wrong with Linda's mother.

2) Kobi got out of the back yard and was caught by animal control. It cost us $46 and he had to spend the night in the pound, but all is back to normal today.

3) I am attending a conference in Missoula, Montana and have been enjoying it, but wish Linda was here. I miss her very much. I also miss the dog, but not as much.

That is the end of October report, life goes on and I wish we could sneak way to the warm weather.

Turkey Day Fun

This year our house became the gathering place of Linda's family for the Thanksgiving dinner. Mom and Dad Halbhuber drove up from Moscow and stayed the night in our bed room. Linda and I stayed in the camper, Kobi stayed in his crate. Linda's sister, Al Dee, Kenyon, Alayna and Dugger (their dog) stayed three days at a motel that is close to our place. Jeff, Linda's brother, Lisa, Alex, Brynn and Michale all stayed in the Spokane Valley at a hotel that Jeff gets great rates.

During the stay we did the following, in no particular order; ate, played games, geo cached, ate, talked, read books, sang the Star Spangled Banner, played hand held video games, played cribbage, went to Cabela's, yelled at Kobi, looked at home made videos, ate turkey and visited Franks Diner. I might say this was a very busy three days. Here are a bunch of photos that I took during the visit.

Thanksgiving 2008

The Halbhuber clan hit Post Falls today for Thanksgiving. Mom and Dad arrived at about 1:00 pm and then within fifteen minutes brother Jeff and his family filed in. We cooked a turkey with dressing, mashed potato's and gravy, beans with mushrooms and almonds, and a wonderful salad. We topped it all off with cherry pie and pumpkin pie and then we settled in to sleep and watch basketball. I tried to take a video of everyone but it didn't work quite right. I messed up some how and only caught the shots below.

Hiawatha

The route of the Hiawatha starts in Montana and winds through 10 tunnels and over 7 high trestles on its 15-mile course that crosses the rugged Bitterroot Mountains. Our Friday trip was to ride this trail and see the beautiful country that the old railroad people opened up.

This adventure started the night prior with the hunt for the bicycle peddles, and continued the next morning as we drove into Wallace Idaho to hunt for our day’s lunch. We had packed the entire van and our Jeep with bikes, lights and clothing for our 15 mile trek on the Hiawatha Route. We had even made a huge lunch that we put into the refrigerator earlier that morning. Just outside Wallace Diane realized that our lunch sat in the refrigerator back in Post Falls. It was too late to turn back now, so we had to stop at “The Center of the Universe”, as the Wallace folks decreed, and pick up some food. It only took about a half hour and we were back on the road driving up over Lookout Pass and into Taft Montana, where the road left highway 90 to access the trail head.

We put together our gear; bikes, headlights, kid trailers, lunches and drinks. Everyone was ready and I made one last adjustment to my bike seat. I lifted the seat up a bit and then cranked on the lever to set the seats position and “snap”, the bolt broke off. This made it a bit hard because we didn’t have anything to fix it with. So I rode the 15 mile trail with the seat set in its lowest position. I felt like a BMX biker, my knees up around my ears with every peddle push.
We talked to the nice folks at the starting point of the route, they were great. One of them offered to give me a part from his daughter’s bike, but it didn’t fit. Finally we hit the road, our small little group of misfit bikers.

We entered the Taft Tunnel with our full brigade of headlamps, bike lights and Mag lights. I thought we would be lighting the tunnel like an airport runway, but boy did it get dark and it seemed like our lights did little to cut the black. There was enough light to keep everyone happy and on track and soon we could see the round light, our exit destination. I found that as I road if I focused on the round dot, it was much easier to keep my balance in this dark environment. We exited the dark, gathered up and took a group shot in front of a beautiful waterfalls, our adventure was underway, progress was slow but we were on our way.

The kids did real well throughout the day as we rode down the old railroad grade. Alayna sang and played with a flashlight while she sat in the little wagon. Kenyon rode on the trainer bike, sometimes almost parallel to the ground. Because of the bike peddle problem the night before, we forgot to finish the assembly process and we really needed to tighten two bolts and nuts. These help keep the bike upright if the little rider’s skills are not quite developed. As Kenyon rode he became more skilled and that made him ride in a more upright position. Kenyon started by leaning like the Leaning Tower of Pizza and finished riding like Lance Armstrong. As this skill development took place we picked up our pace considerably.

We ate lunch at one of the trestles and then continued the downhill tour. About that time I gave up the slower pace and stood up and cranked on down to the finish. Everyone arrived in one piece and we loaded into the bus for the shuttle back up to the top. At the upper parking lot they unloaded us and we biked through the Taft Tunnel to our vehicles. The tunnel ride went much quicker this time and we had no problems. We loaded up and drove back home, stopping a one rest stop along the way to find a Geocache. Al Dee does not cache as much anymore, but I wanted to collect this one.

Sillywood Adventure

They say “Never pick a fight with someone who buys ink by the barrel.” So what did I do, I took on a soaking gun that was hooked directly to the aquifer. This was the last ride of our day at Silverwood and the three wet warriors shivered all the way out to the van. Let’s start back at the beginning of the adventure when Linda’s sister and her family, Al Dee, Kenyon and Alayna joined us for two days of fun together.

The Sollinger family arrived on Wednesday night, Silverwood was our Thursday destination so we ate dinner, talked and turned in. The morning was a mixed up mess of sleepy eyes and getting organized for the day. We arrived at Silverwood and immediately split up. The family went to the kids rides and we walked to the Timber Terror rollercoaster. The line was about 25 minutes and the ride lasts a little over 3 minutes. As short as the ride was time wise, it felt much longer as I sat and laughed at Linda. Linda screamed, in a high pitch, the entire ride! We got finished and we both giggled for about ten minutes.

We walked directly to Tremors. On this ride Linda’s screams were very different. It was not as sustained, and it came out in a much lower register. This noticeable change made me laugh again. She said it was because she was trying to control it. I agreed that she did a good job of trying to not scream, but her success was a bit limited. Again we walked to the next ride giggling about how we handled the ride.

At about noon we boarded the Silverwood train and enjoyed the slow and easy tour of the grounds. At the mine area, they have actors that collect donations and perform a skit. It was fun, but ended with an explosion that scared Alayna and got me completely drenched with water. We exited the train and went to eat lunch.

After lunch we rode a couple of easy rides, the Log Flume, Thunder Canyon and finally the Cork Screw. We walked to a theater and watched a cheesy magic act called Mad Mike. Then we split up and Linda and I went over to the newest ride called After Shock. I rode it, but didn’t like it that much. I quess I'm getting to old for the rides that scare you by speed and height.

Linda waited for me and when we were finished we threaded through the crowds and found the rest of the family. We all agreed that it was about time to head home, so it was decided that we would have one final challenge. Linda, Kenyon and I fought it out in the Bumper Boats. Part of the fun of these boats is the squirt guns on the front of each vessel. Kenyon and I teamed up against Linda, but while in the heat of battle I noticed that Diane and Al Dee had manned some water guns at the side of the pool. These guns are turned on by dropping quarters into the slots. My theory was that if I attacked the folks on the bank they would eventually run out of quarters and I would be able to soak them. I got completely drenched! No one ran out of quarters!

As we walked out of the park, dripping and shivering, I discovered that one gun was permanently on full squirt, and that lady aimed it at me the entire time I attached. So I fought the unwinnable battle against ink by the barrel!

We arrived at home and got the pizza cooking in the oven. Al Dee needed to pick up a bicycle trainer for Kenyon from Shopko so he and I drove in to town.

Al Dee wanted to visit a Waymark that I had established called, "Leopold" and since the bike pickup only took a couple minutes we drove out around the lake. On the way we talked about Geocaching and Waymarking and Al Dee told me that he was slowing down on the search for these places. His words were "I don't really do caches anymore." and "I hardly ever do micros at all!" So we visited Leopold and Al Dee took pictures. It was a beautiful sunset so the area was as picture perfict as it comes. On the way out we just happened to walk past a micro cache that Al Dee said was there, so since we don't cache that much any more, we found it.

Back at home we ate pizza and I put the bike together. There were no peddles in the box so Al Dee had to drive into Cd'A and get a couple replacements. He took a while and old Uncle Dean could not wait up so I went to bed hoping everything was alright.

The next morning we found out the when Al Dee went into town, he picked up the peddles and then also found a cache in the parking lot of ShopKo. Of course he doesn't do that as much any more!

Happy 50th Birthday!

Linda Ray Bennett turns 50 today! Right now as this is posted she is sitting on a beach somewhere on the Lower Salmon River. Ten years ago on this night we were on the Colorado River sitting on a beach a mile 119. We had a party and enjoyed the evening.

This night is such a special night for us because we really love each other more and more. To me love is what makes the world spin and what also can make your head spin. Linda still makes my heart skip beats and everything is perfect when she is around. When I am with Linda I feel like nothing bad can happen, I'm home, it's perfection. That's what loveing Linda is to me.

I thought it would be nice to let you read what we did on Linda's birthday ten years ago. Here is what I wrode about that event.

July 24, 1998

Camp this night, mile 119, consisted of a strip of sand with Tamarisk up against the face of the canyon wall. We had plenty of room for our group and the area gave the boys a million lizards to chase. Austin kept real busy collecting Linda's birthday present and the rest of us kept quiet about the big celebration.

Steve and Lynnel cooked dinner this night, and as it turned out mostly by Lynnel because Steve was working on Linda's gift. When dinner was ready it was time to try to keep Linda out of camp. We had brought decorations to hang from the tamarisk and place on the tables so Linda needed to be out of the area for an extended time. Dean's plan was to tell her that everyone was concerned about her being mad at them and that she was acting different today. Not the best plan, but at least we could go have a person to person chat away from the rest without her getting too suspicious. We walked down river out of sight of camp. Dean started the conversation and they were just getting into it when Linda looked up and said, "Jesus, look at the size of that Lizard!" Just to their left on the rock face sat a huge Chuckwalla, chomping down on a piece of greenery. We called Neil, Austin and the rest of the group. Everyone agreed that it was the biggest lizard of our trip thus far.

Once the critter noticed us he moved off into a crack in the rock. The rest of the group headed back to camp. Linda and Dean returned to their faux talk. Dean held out as long as he could but Linda was catching on and we had to head back to camp before the cover was blown and Linda figured out the ruse.

We entered camp to a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday". The decorations strung around were Gecko's with party hats. There was a Gecko centerpiece for the table, Gecko napkins, Gecko party favor whistles and of course Gecko party hats. With all the lizard party decorations it is surprising the chuckwallas, side-blotched lizards and tree lizards didn't invade us. The first one to approach us was Austin. He ran up as soon as they entered camp and presented Linda with the first gift. Linda looked at the present, a container with a lid. She removed the lid and immediately a big green grasshopper hurled itself out and smacked Linda in the face. She let out a scream and dropped the can to the ground. Everyone started howling with laughter. Austin thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Later Linda said something about plotting to get back at him, but she never did.

Gina gave Linda a beautiful bouquet of dried flowers and grasses she had collected through out the day. She has some real artistic talent and this gift really displayed her creativity. Neil made a Lizard catcher for his present and we even tried it out immediately after Linda received it. Brandy and Mike's gifts consisted of river bootie; a beer and some Chap Stick. Steve had made a Monkey's Fist; a complex knot tied in a piece of rope, and presented it to the birthday girl.

As if this was not enough, they made Linda close her eyes as they brought out the final present. Now, because of the trip down the Grand Canyon Linda missed a concert in Spokane, Washington by one of her favorite singers. She was very disappointed that she could not attend, but how can you miss a trip of a lifetime like this one. So the final present was a visit from the performer she missed in Spokane, Garth Brooks. Actually Paul had dressed up in his cowboy hat, wore a little black microphone like Garth does, put on a shirt that said "Garth Brooks Family Reunion," then sang the only Garth song he knew. By the end of the serenade Linda was in tears. You can talk to Linda about her 40th birthday and she will no doubt tell you that it was the best birthday party she ever has been given. At the end of all this we ate a delicious birthday cake that Mike baked in the Dutch. Night moved in and we spent the rest of the evening learning to tie Monkey's Fists and planning the next day's big hike.

Day After

Fathers Day, 2008... My dad has been gone a while now, and I was looking at photo files while at work. I found this one that I had scanned and thought I would post it. My friends all called dad, "Smiling Jack". They said they never saw him without a big smile on his face. I agree, the times my dad was angry were few a far apart. I miss both my folks, they were perfect for each other and raised us well.

Thanksgiving and the Kids

We visited Moscow this weekend, Linda's family got together, well most of the family. Her sister Diana and her husband Al Dee drove up from Eugene Oregon with their two kids. Kenyon and Alayna were the center of attention for the visit. Jeff and his family had to stay in Seattle, I believe Jeff was flying to the east coast to work and could not get over to this event. We had a great turkey day with a wonderful dinner prepared by Linda's mother. I ate too much. We returned home on Saturday and then watched football Sunday. Don't want to go back to work, but it not to long before we head south for a much deserved break in Mexico.

Oregon Coast Weekend

The drive down was good; we listened to a book on tape by Robert B. Parker. It was a Spencer novel that we hadn’t read, so it kept us entertained all the way. Lunch was something we don’t want to admit to; McDonalds in Hood River, I had fish burgers and Linda had a salad. It wasn’t that bad, but we try not to go to the big chains. As it worked out we hit either McDonalds or Burger King all the way down just to use their restrooms.

Portland traffic wasn’t as bad as it could be. We hit it a 12:30 PM but with Linda navigating we were able to cruise through with out problems. The stretch between Portland and Lincoln City sucked. It is mostly one lane and it goes through a ton of small towns, so you end up driving about 35 most of the way.

We arrived in Lincoln City a little early so we drove down to the beach walk area and took our first walk on the pacific shore. It was crowded in town and on the beach but we really enjoyed the smell of the ocean, wind in our faces, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore. After a short walk we climbed up a hill into the business district and went to a coffee shop. We ordered coffee, tea and Costco muffins and sat down and played a game of Cribbage. While we were playing, two locals, Rose Marry and Mickey sat with us and chatted about the game and where we were from. They were a pair, both a little short of a full deck, but very nice and interested in us and our game. I won the game; I had some of the best hands I have gotten in a long time. We finished up and said our good byes then walked to the truck. We stopped at the Safeway where we bought some provisions. It was close enough to five o’clock that we decided to find the beach house and make our appearance.

Arriving first we started the tour and then suddenly Linda’s Uncle Ed and Aunt Connie appeared. The calm of the house was over because within about ten minutes Diana and Al Dee arrived with the kids followed by Uncle Al and Marry and finally Jeff and his family. The weekend had begun and the place was a buzz in conversation.

The first group dinner was a BBQ with burgers and dogs. As the families settled in Ray and I set up the Charbroil and went to work cooking the feast. Some of the new arrivals had eaten but we were able to go through a lot of food in a short period of time. Everyone got their jackets on and headed to the beach to watch the sun set and enjoy the ocean.

Ten o’clock came real fast and the different parties slowly started to turn in for the evening. The house that we were staying in was real big and decorated very nicely. There were two bedrooms on the upper floor, the master bedroom had a large bath and then the guest room used the bathroom in the front hall. All rooms were equipped with a large TV and king sized bed. The hall led out to the kitchen and a great room that held a large sectional couch, very big flat screen TV, fire place and a huge dinning table. This would be the gathering place for most of the weekend and it was big enough to hold this tribe.

The lower level had three bedrooms which were equipped the same as the upper floor, with the exception of two that held bunk beds for the kids. The final room was the game room and it was equipped with all things electronic. There was a stand up arcade game standing in one corner, which was played constantly by Jeff and his family. In the other corner was the Gameboy II area which included about fifty different games. The forth corner held a massive flat screen TV, which must have been 90”. The finals corner held a library of books, games and other entertainment stuff. So if anyone were to get bored while they were here, on the ocean, they would have to be nuts.

In the morning Linda went for a run and I slept in a bit. We had the Ray and Barb traditional breakfast of sausage and eggs with toast and then everyone started preparing for the day. Bret, Linda’s second cousin, Linda and I drove down to the Lincoln City Outlet Mall and did some shopping. We didn’t find much but had a good time looking around. On the way back we drove down the coast highway a bit and then returned.

Later Al Dee and I were assigned the job of getting Linda’s dad out of the house so that Linda’s mom could practice her song that she will sing later on in the evening. So we grabbed Uncle Ed and Dad and went Geocaching. Neither of the two had been out ona cache hunt so we did about four real easy ones to show them how it was done. This gave Mom and Diane time to practice and gave Linda time away from me to read. This operation worked out well for everyone.

The big dinner was held this evening and everyone dressed up and was ready when the catered meal arrived. The folks had made the arrangements and a small restaurant was hired to provide the feast. I have to admit that everything went very smoothly and that everyone kept their heads as the dinner was served. The food was very good and everyone got more then their fill.

After dinner and after the caterers had cleaned up a left, Al Dee and I hosted a short program where everyone spoke about our hosts and the two who had achieved the fifty year anniversary mark. Each of the family members told a story about the hosts of honor and the program concluded with Linda’s mom singing a song to her dad while Diane accompanied her on the electric piano. It was a wonderful event and I thing everyone enjoyed themselves greatly.

The next morning we got up and Linda and I drove to Depot Bay and did some whale watching and shopping. Again, we didn’t purchase anything, but we did find a geocache as we walked back to the truck. Three geocachers were gathered around a cache and I stuck my head in and asked if I could claim the find. They were more then happy to let me in on it, so I signed in and we returned to the beach house. When we go home Linda sat on the deck in the sun and I went down to the beach and flew my kite. Later Diane, Al Dee and the kids joined me and we flew kites together. The afternoon winds picked up and so did the kite action. About six surf kits arrived and hit the waves. Man these were cool, I must have watched them for an hour and would have probably watched longer if I didn’t get so clod standing in the surf taking pictures. I retreated to the deck wit Linda and continued to watch as the launched themselves off the waves and flew forty feet to land and take off for the next break.

We all gathered in the kitchen and put in our order for pizza and while it was being prepared and delivered, Linda Diane, Al Dee, the kids and I went for a walk to find a geocache at the end of the beach. It was about a mile up the beach and back and we arrived back at the house just after the pizza. The cache took no time to find so we had wasted no time in the process of getting ready for our dinner. The pizza was great and everyone had more then their fill. We talked and enjoyed the company till about 10:30 pm when went to bed.

Linda and I got up early and hit the road for the drive back to Post Falls. We had no problems and basically stopped at the same spots that we did on the way down.

Eugene Oregon

Tuesday morning I got up at my usual time, got ready for work, moved some things into the camper and then headed in to NIC to start my day. Linda had left early for the club to work out; I put Baka out back and left.

Heather and I entered the SUB at about the same time and she gave me this look. I figured it was based on the fact that I had not shaved this morning knowing we were leaving for our vacation at noon. We noticed that the TV in the foyer was not working and Heather asked me to help her fix it before I left. Then she said “Why did you come in on your vacation?” I said “What, I have to work till noon!” She said “No, you took the day off!” I said, “Oh.” We fixed the TV and I left for home and as soon as Linda was ready we started our adventure.

Driving west through Spokane the plan was to go to Ritzville and then start looking for a place to stay the first night. Since we had an early start, we moved on past the Tri Cities and took Highway 14 west before we reached Umatilla. The road took us along the Columbia River and we set our sights on a campground by the bridge leading to Biggs. Before we reached the campground we spotted an area called Crows Nest State Park and we cruised on in. The park was very nice and we were one of four campers there. We decided to give it a try and we found a very nice site and settled in. The weather had been very and today was no exception. We sat in the camp ground and about died. Evening brought very little relief, a slight breeze and the temperature dropped a few degrees but that was about it. Sleep was restless at best and when we got up in the morning I told Linda that my quest would be to find an AC fan and possibly a DC fan that we could use to move air in the camper on hot nights. I showered and reported to Linda that the men’s shower was very good and well worth the dollar it took to get it to operate.

We packed up and were on the road early. Our plan was to hit Biggs and turn right and then when we hit The Dalles we would turn left and drive the winding roads of 197 through Dufur and Madras, taking 97 to Redmond and then veering west to Sisters and on into Eugene. For some reason Linda loved Sisters and wanted to drive through the sweet little town. My navigator got us to Sisters and then she went quiet. It was not the little town she remembered from 20 years ago; it was a big bustling town now. This kind of through Linda for a loop and by the time she got back to her navigational duty, we had taken the wrong road. It wasn’t a big mistake, but according to Linda she said “ I think we are going to drive some where between 16 and 20 miles more, no maybe 30, let’s see no it looks like 50 mile farther on this road.” 50 miles is a lot more then 16 or 20 miles, but the road was beautiful and the time passed quickly.

About 20 miles out of Eugene, Linda called Al Dee and got directions to there house. Fifteen minutes later we called again and got directions from the spot where we discovered we were lost. We passed their driveway only once, turned around and arrived no worse for the wear. It was great to see everyone and as soon as Al Dee got home from work we loaded up and went to dinner and a hike along the river.

Saturday morning we got everything together and drove to Silver Falls State Park. Along the way we stopped at Wal-Mart so that we could buy Kenyon some shoes. Some how we had forgotten them back at home. At this stop I purchased two fans for the camper so we would be able to move air around if we ever hit another night like the one at Crows Nest. With shoes and fans in our possession, we Slug Bugged our way to the state park.

Silver Falls State Park is 9000 acres, Oregon’s largest state park. We entered and paid the day fee, then drove to parking lot F. The plan was to hike the circular route that starts at the South Falls and ends via the Rim Trail. This route is called the Trail of Ten Falls and was approximately five miles of hiking; we could see seven of the ten waterfalls.

Our first falls was Frenchie Falls and it was anything but spectacular. Not being a fanof the French, I thought it appropriate that Frenchie was such a disappointment. South Falls a 177 ft. beauty was next. From the top we could look down into the pond at the bottom and then when we followed the trail, we could stand under the falls as it dropped over the edge. We hiked with about forty other hikers, so the going was anything but primitive. The second large falls was called Lower South Falls and it dropped about 93 ft. into its catch basin. Lower North Falls came next followed by Double Falls Drake Falls, Middle North Falls and an unspectacular Winter Falls. I think Winter Falls is much better in the season it was named for because there would actually be water flowing over the falls instead of dripping over the falls. The Winter Trail leading to the top of Winter Falls was a bit of a climb and at the top we took a few minutes to catch our breath and then return to our van via the Rim Trail.

I left a bit before everyone and vigorously walked the hiking path through the huge trees. When I got to the road leading to parking lot F I sat down a waited for the rest of our group to catch up. 30 minutes later they had not arrived. I walked back along the trail a ways and met several people who we had passed. I turned around and again met more people walking the other direction that I knew we had passed and were hiking faster then. So I decided to walk to the van at parking lot F and wait to see if they arrive. When I turned the corner to the parking lot there they were.

Thanksgiving at Home

Hells Gate Year Dos

Got in the camper and drove down to Lewiston so Linda could run in the Hells Gate Duathlon. Nice ride down and our camp spot was a real good one. Linda did well in the run/ride/run. She took FIRST in her age group, forth for women overall for solo participants and 39 overall.

Baka and I were joined by Linda's parents and we cheered her on to victory. It was a fun and quick trip, these are some of the pictures.