Wake up to 51 degrees, melting snow, and sunny skies -- just about incredible for here and now --
and
then
off
we
go
to
Tisha's
church,
helping out
with the
singing,
etc. (a sermon with the structure of music drama, with questionable Egyptians),
re-encountering
Sherry,
seguing
to
lunch at
Olive (four-cheese pizza, salad, and pork-stew soup),
returning
back
to
the
residence
for
farewells,
stopping for shopping, and heading out in deteriorating conditions.
Lo
and
behold,
the
situations
improve
again
down
Walla
Walla
Valley
into
Wallula
Gap,
with
stunning
views
all
the
way
through
the
wilds
of
Oregon's
Umatilla County,
and
beyond
to
Morrow,
the
winds
of
Gilliam,
Sherman's
snows, and
The Dalles of
Wasco. Lights out and the nights out wild: in wet, windy, wooly conditions beyond Hood River, such that Troutdale again seems like the place to spend the night. Sharing wine with Harriet, turns out she prefers roudier music such as Alban Berg and company when the lights get low -- rather than, say, Claude Debussy or Ralph Vaughan Williams -- but, in a pinch, Ludwig van Beethoven will certainly due.
