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Start of the trip...Here I am looking at the West end start of the Columbia River Gorge. Great River, trees, great places to eat, and sun, for a Woodchuck whats not to like?




All of the pink are Cherry tress in bloom.



The work is never done. The office is where the cell phone is.

PS. No delay on take off and the AC blows cold and I always have a 1st class ticket.

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Anonymous said…
herumph, and guess who wouldn't stay in his seat . . . burrowed all over the truck
1:12 AM
Anonymous said…
Yes, we often have the same problem when we take the wombat on a driving trip. But they're such cute critters, it's hard to resist when they pester you to come along.
1:45 PM
Anonymous said…
I'm waiting for news of the Wicked Hamster/Travel Penguin/Woodchuck Annual Convention. It's going to happen, I just know it....
7:54 AM
Anonymous said…
And when it does, I'll be in the garden looking at the moss with Kel.
7:56 AM
Anonymous said…
The first one's already scheduled... for London. You can run, but you can't hide. Be advised, be very advised (I do love that line!)
8:47 AM
Travel said…
A garden party in north London, sounds wonderful! Travel seldom uses the phone when we are on the road, though he does tend to stand in front of the air conditioning. Rodney (the wombat) likes to talk on the phone, run the air conditioning and stare out the sun roof.

DG
9:41 PM
Woodchuck said…
Did someone say London?
I'm in. I'll bring the IPA and the nuts.
11:38 PM
Anonymous said…
PS - Bert I have pictures of some fabulous lichen - wasn't able to make off with a sample though, National Forest and all . . .
1:39 AM
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