We stopped at Multnomah Falls on the way through the Gorge. The rain clouds of the previous night burned off early and made for quite a lovely day. The hike to the top was about what I expected *gasp* but worth it by far. I was glad Michael joined us for this portion of the trip. Rule #1, when planning to give yourself a heart attack, bring a buddy...someone has to make sure the dogs get back down okay.
Fall is beautiful and there's nothing like the golden fields and amber oaks of the old homestead. I'm sure Maine is lovely but it's not my home. The breeze was cool with just a hint of rain, the trees somehow seemed to give off warmth, and the grass had a hearty, earthy sent that was simply fantastic. Of course when the wind is just right that smell is also spiced with O'de Sheep Poop but that's all part of the charm.Mom and I went on a nice morning walk and gave the dogs a chance to take in all the smells of the neighbor's cows and the coyote trail. It was a pensive time for all and apparently very interesting just to the left.
