That’s a bittersweet event.We took our last kid to college over the weekend…the nest is officially empty. I’m going to miss being a daily dad.
I remember when the last one went to college. The phone quit ringing, there were no extra cars in the driveway, no more unexpected drop ins. I missed it! And, no more local sports!
Congrats to your last kid.
It's definitely bitter sweet! I'm hoping to get down to see him play on our bye week.That’s a bittersweet event.
Don’t worry though, you will see them again
That's one of those days that feels like it's forever down the road...until it's suddenly here. I'm sure I'll have many feels about it when mine finally do the same thing (I mean, assuming they actually leave the house).We took our last kid to college over the weekend…the nest is officially empty. I’m going to miss being a daily dad.
It's a trip...the days can drag on but they years seem to fly by.That's one of those days that feels like it's forever down the road...until it's suddenly here. I'm sure I'll have many feels about it when mine finally do the same thing (I mean, assuming they actually leave the house).
Lucky! AAA isn't too reliable these days.Went wine tasting in Walla Walla
<record scratch> I'll bet you're wondering how I got here?
Had a great float on the Grande Ronde last weekend. Me and a buddy in my drifter, with others in a raft and inflatable kayak. Water was on the high side, so it was a sporty ride, but beautiful up in the canyon. Salmonflies everywhere, but nobody was looking up, and I got the only fish of the weekend. I'm starting to resign myself to the GR being a river of scenery and side hikes, not fishing.
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So anyway, we get to the takeout at Boggan's. Pull the boat, load up. have a last lunch of cheese and salami. Fistbumps and seeya's exchanged, and we're off to a horrible screeching dragging noise. Turns out my axle had shifted, and the tire was now resting firmly on the fender. On a bolt, no less, so a hundred yards down the road it would have gone kablooey. So, drop the trailer and head up the road to get cell service, but no luck on a tow via AAA. Back down, hide the key to the hitch lock, and drive the five hours back to Portland, sans boat.
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(insert tedious details of arranging tows and repairs from five hours away)
The wife and I took off Saturday morning to retrieve boat. Get a call halfway across Portland, asking if I was going to need my wallet. Took off again. I had tactically decided to have it towed to Clarkston, instead of Enterprise, knowing that I'd want a drink or two. After picking up the boat at the LS in Clarkston, we headed back to Walla Walla where we had a nice dinner and some great wine. And I had the only drifter in the vineyard.
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You saw that! That kid seems like he has a level head on himWatched a helicopter run into a tractor. Everyone survived, which is amazing. Both were drying cherries. Mate jumped off tractor right before impact. Pilot was from out of state, drying the neighbors block.