We met Pat and John at a bakery and coffee shop on the north side of town in the morning. I ordered a yummy french press - bold and two cups worth. Today was really about going to Cannon Hill Park with Laura's family, Stacey's childhood friend and neighbor, to honor twenty years since her father died in an accident. Stacey spent almost four hours outside at the park while we came and went for lunch and naps.
In the evening we left the kids with Pat and Stacey's parents and took the Miata for another spin. This time we just kept driving until we reached the top of Mount Spokane. When we were dating we had picked up Subway, hopped on my motorcycle, and rode to the top for a picnic lunch. It's a good memory. The views were great of the valley below.
The drive up to Mount Spokane is one of my favorite places around here. It's pure farm country, but the landscape is a mix between rolling hills of green (wheat, at this time of the year) with the backdrop of foothills, evergreens, and mountains. It's similar to Napa Valley and/or Switzerland in that sense. It's a very pretty combination of green rolling hills and mountains. I used to ride my motorcycle out this way a lot.
The kids did great while we were gone. They didn't get to bed until 9:30...which is really late for them...but it's also when the sun sets. It's hard not to enjoy the long hours of summer.
