Bear and I are enjoying our trip to P-Town; he keeps thinking it is summer though with all the green grass.
I would like to say that the flight down was delightful, but the weather as we neared Seattle was as brutal as I have ever seen it.
Lurching, diving, and flying one way then the next, we finally landed in Seattle and had a break before we got on the shuttle to Portland. The weather was not much better on that leg, but there was free beer, and lots of it, because there were only 12 people on the whole flight.
We are going out tonight to my favorite neighborhood pub; a day with a preschooler, pouring rain and wind means we need a cozy little evening out. To a place with a kid area...