A Trip Deferred

Saturday was a beautiful, sunny day. It was the first day this spring when the temperature would approach the 70's. So my PACOG and I set out for the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival. This is a cool place where they have forty acres of tulips and daffodils planted. They sell cut flowers and bulbs. They have a lot of others things going on, but I am not sure what they are because we never made it there. I have often said that the best part of the trip is often the journey and ,in this case ,it was indeed true.

Let me say something about Portlanders. When there is even a hint of sunshine the shorts and flip flops come out. I would visit in the summer when the high would be in the 70's and I was wearing sweaters when everyone else looked like they were at South Beach. Yesterday it did reach the high 60's in late afternoon, but the morning was chilly. I wore long sleeves, and a sleeveless jacket. Pacog, now a true Oregonian, donned his shorts. I have to say one of the best things about summer for me is getting to admire TLOML's shapely basketball player legs. But, it was cold, and his legs are still so white that they could use them at the golf course for the out of bounds marker.

But, I digress. The Tulip Festival was about 40 minutes away, you turn off the highway by this huge outlet mall. Well, traffic was at a standtill. PACOG thought that there must be an accident. I figured that the mall traffic usually backed up and with the added TF traffic this must be the prob. I was busy deleting pics from my camera, so I didn't realize an hour had passed, and we hadn't gone 4 miles. PACOG was not a happy camper. " What is wrong with you?" I asked. I mean we were going to the TF who could be gloomy?

"I'm hungry." he confided. Now I was worried, PACOG with low blood sugar is no fun. "Well, let's get off and go find something to eat." I suggested. Always ready to be helpful, especially if it includes checking out a new restaurant. So he zoomed into the left lane, leaving the sluggish TF traffic far behind, and we exited. We spotted a place called the Chalet where they are supposed to have the best pies in Oregon. We didn't get to the pies but our food was "OK". The best thing we could say was that we were refreshed and ready to go to the TF on a back road. What happened next? I will leave that for next time.