Tastes like chicken

I am writing from Portland Oregon, but since our last blog, we spent a final day in Sacramento with the Brown family. It was a pretty lazy day, as we had come in late from frog giggin' the night before. We spent the morning preparing for an Independence Day picnic at Linda's sister's home. A trip to Trader Joe's (a nifty organic grocery store), and an open-air produce market provided beautiful fruits, vegetables, local cheeses, etc. at extraordinarily inexpensive prices.

The picnic was fun. Linda's sister has a swimming pool at her house, and our children love to take a dip. We had hot dogs and hamburgers with home made pies for dessert. Truly, an All American Afternoon. We then had to pack up for a midnight train from Sacramento to Portland, but there was enough time to fry up the frog legs from night before. We all agreed; they really do taste like chicken.

After sleeping on the train, we found time to eat a breakfast of berries we had picket up at the market, catch up on our journals, and then rest some more.  We arrived here in Portland in the late afternoon and met up with Wendy (Jo) Pederson and Melanie Hertel -- friends of Ann's from college. We ate dinner together and planned tomorrow's adventure. Looks like we will visit OMSI before we catch the train to Spokane.

Kipp.

Apricots at the market.

Sam at the pool.

Russell, Trevor, and frog legs.

Rylee, on the train, catching up on her journal.

Ann, Wendy, and Melanie in Portland.