First Rule of Road Trip:There is no vomit.
Second Rule of Road Trip: If there is vomit, get it in the bucket.
I am very happy to report that everyone in our jolly family abided by either the first rule or the second rule of Road Trip. I know that Big E has already started filling people in on our yick status, so I won't linger here long. I just want to say, that I have often, OFTEN, thanked the stars that we were blessed with children with good aim. Now, moving on to the part of the post where I show you a photo of a restroom.
This is the sink in the women's bathroom at the Olympia Club.
I can tell you that about half of those faucets work
(we checked them all).
The Olympia Club is one of the coolest Mc Menamins I've been to.
It's a reformed notorious "Gentlemen's Club",
where women were only allowed upstairs in an.. um...
"professional" capacity.
After a lovely lunch we continued on our merry way.
The plan was to spend the first day of Road Trip 2009
driving, with the reward of a swim in the hotel pool,
followed by dinner at a friend's house at the end of the day.
Mr Warhamster, also known mysteriously as "Jim",
and his family shared their lovely view and a
delicious dinner with us.
I seriously over ate.
The homemade whole wheat pastry wrapped around chard
(for the savory bit) and peaches (for the sweet part)
just about did me in (oh it was buttery and lovely).
I felt a serious need to be rolled to the car afterward.
Little e was introduced to a totally new concept at the
Warhamster household... a Daddy who cooks.
"Really Momma? He even made the dessert?"
Dinner, fabulous company, and enlightenment.
What more could you ask?
Did I mention the sunset?