My Beautiful Aunt Cathy brought my Dad’s ashes back from Boise and I picked them up at Diane’s this morning.
It was one of those spectacular blue sky days, so I tried to find someone to go to the beach with me. Failed. Driving out to Diane’s place, I couldn’t help but notice that the mountain was out, so I decided to take Dad for a drive.
The car pointed itself down the old scenic highway 30, and we drove to Hood River. Stopped at a few waterfalls and overlooks. Then drove South on highway 35 with the mountain sitting practically on top of the road. I’d forgotten what a beautiful drive that is.
After I got home, I headed right back out for dinner. Long day. Tired but happy. I hope Dad enjoyed it.
So not many words today. To fill the space, here are a few pictures.
