I got us into a conference in Vancouver, WA, across the river from Portland.
By "us", I mean my two employees from the Online Tutoring program, who worked for me over the spring and summer before I left the program. We presented on the realities and lovely bits of starting the program. It was fun.
We had to drive to the conference and stay overnight in a hotel.
Kimmy and Savvy are pretty much game for anything. Since the first evening had a mixer, they dressed nicely for the meet-and-greet. See? Don't they look nice?
As we drove along the beautiful Columbia Gorge, I said "Hey, wanna pull off at Multnomah Falls?"
"Sure." Neither had been to Vancouver, or to an education conference.
We pulled off and I said, "Oh, look. Isn't that beautiful? Let's go get a picture!"
Off we went with our cameras.
|The lower falls, visible from the welcome center|
|Our best goofy smiles|
|This is looking up from the bridge.|
|Top of the falls, looking down.|
|Can you see that speck that is the bridge?|
|This is a little feeder pool to the falls|
|They squirmed when I wanted their picture. Savvy, on the far right, is ready to push me off the top.|
|I'm feeling very smug.|
The following are shots I edited to make the light look different and more appealing. I like them, but I also like unedited stuff too.
Bonus: Since I'd had to break our date last Friday and spent this Friday driving to a conference, I had been thinking of ways to inject a little extra sunshine into Gs life. He's not resentful or mopey or anything like that. In fact, he probably never felt bad at all about my poor time management. But I did.
These are the best donuts in the world, if you ask my husband. And the only place we've had them is in Portland. Which is across the river from Vancouver. And we'd only been there once.
The other people from our university drove separately, and fortunately, one of our party loves to travel with her husband. And he had the day off while we did our presentations.
Was he going into Portland? Yes. Was he maybe going by VooDoo? He could.
Here's what happened:
They line up around the block for this place. And he did wait the hour and 15 minutes, buying doughnuts for all 11 people in our group. That is a nice, nice man.
So at 10:30 p.m., having dropped off my exhausted kids, I dragged myself home with the biggest smile and a pink doughnut box of love to a man I'm lucky to get to come home to.