The 4th

I think I've started to compartmentalize my life. I'm not really sure if that's a good or bad thing. More on that later.

The 4th of July was a bit of a mess this year. Brian and I had planned to meet in Dallas, Or (just west of Salem). We have some friends that live there and we were all going to go camping in Astoria, OR for the weekend. Sadly, whoever's job it was to book us a campsite failed. Our friends were determined to camp wherever they could and ended up driving up to Washington. We decided we didn't want to drive 4 and a half hours to camp so we ended up staying in Dallas, essentially house sitting for our camping friends. It wasn't so bad really. Brian and I got some nice quite time together.

We decided to Drive up to Portland on Saturday for the fireworks. We parked the car at my sister place in Beaverton and took the Max downtown. It was quite the adventure. We don't often take mass transit. I'm certainly glad we did though as downtown was a nut house.

We found a nice patch of grass on the waterfront and ate subway while we waited for the fireworks. Good times were had by all. After the fireworks we headed back to the max. When we arrived back in Beaverton we realized we'd missed the last bus to my sisters. Lucky for us it was only about a mile and a half away so we could walk. All was going well until we hit a quarter mile stretch of pitch black road with nothing but woods on either side of us. It was a little spooky. And of course right in the middle of it some sort or rat or squirrel jumped out and nearly gave us a heart attack. Brian pulled out his pocket knife so fast I could hardly believe it.

As luck would have it, we made it back safe and sound to my sister. We hopped in the car and headed back to Dallas so we could sleep on a real bed and in the morning we got up and had a fantastic breakfast at a little place called Tatters. After that I left Brian to wait for our friends to return and I headed home to Portland.