This is the face of a boy who fulfilled his quest to cross the ten bridges of Portland, plus a bonus two in West Linn. We spent four hours driving and logged 75 miles. And it was all worth it.
I didn’t want my picture taken by any of the bridges, but I did like these cool old gas pumps past the St. John’s Bridge, our final stop.
Mommy and Daddy’s birthdays are both in June, so we all went out for a little birthday adventure.
First, we headed to BG’s Food Cartel for some lunch.
Then we went to the Portland neighborhood, St. John’s. I’ve been wanting to cross the St. John’s Bridge for a long time!
Then it was off to Cathedral Park for some bridge gazing and drawing.
Chubs had a nice time, too. His favorite thing to do is sleep in the grass when it’s warm out.
Yesterday, we made our way up to a neighborhood called St. John’s. I think it was my favorite part of Portland I’ve seen so far. Or maybe the nap I took in the car on the way up just put me in a good mood.
