Showing posts with label mt. tabor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mt. tabor. Show all posts

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Mama-Son Day

In anticipation of Mother's Day, mama and I decided to have a "Mother-Sun" Day - on Saturday. The weather was going to be cooperative (first day without the threat of rain in awhile!), so she rented a car for the whole entire day (instead of a few hours like usual) and we set off to spend the day together!

First we had to fortify a bit - so a pit stop at Panera Bread for an indulgent croissant...

That's right everyone, she's MY MAMA and we are enjoying a croissant together on our special day. EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT!

Then it was off to a place I haven't been in way too long - Mt. Tabor! The volcano that ISN'T breaking down European air travel.

We brought some snacks, some water, and a blankie but first we had to earn our little picnic by walking around and around all the way up to the top. I visit the local salad bar on the way.

Ah, it's so darned pretty out here today. Green, lush, warm and lovely.

Yes thank you, I will take a little time to relax and watch the world around me. This is perched at the top of a very long flight of concrete stairs on top of the volcano. So after you work your butt off, YOU SHOULD RELAX.

But there are PINE CONES up here at the top - so no relaxing just yet!

See? Pine cone residue. FUN FUN FUN

They fall from the sky, from the great trees here in the Northwest.

And what other great things can you find on the top of a volcano on a lovely spring day? AIREDALES! This is Ollie, and we've never met before.

I am VERY envious of his major disco pants (dad's name for the super-furry paws) as I have never been able to grow lush, substantial ones myself.

He's a handsome devil, and we had a really great time running around together - catch you again sometime Ollie!

Now... What is this? Bonus points if you can guess before you scroll down.

I had no idea either, so we went in for closer inspection.

It's a giant ACUPUNCTURE NEEDLE. Um, of course. It is placed on the acupuncture point name Open Water and on the meridan Lung.

I thought it might need a little lubrication after being stuck in one spot for so long. So I did my part for public art (yet again).

The giant acupuncture needle generates a lot of attention - it's got to be 25-30 feet tall - lots of people and doggies were stopping to check it out. From what I saw, no one knew what it was so if you didn't guess you are in good company.

Snacks aren't always enough. We needed lunch. And I needed a bucket of water.

It's been a really long time since we've been here to the Hawthorne Fish House. This was one of dad's favorite Portland places, he was a big fan of their cod fish and chips. Mama likes the gardenburger, and we all go nuts for the fries. Luckily there was a spot at an outdoor table, so we settled in for a big treat.

Just like we always used to do, mama "fed" dad some of her fries because he would always finish his first. So we did a little tribute to you, dad. You'll be happy to know that I got to eat all of "dad's" fries. And from what I hear the gardenburger was delicious.

Not content to walk in one park when we had a car for a whole day, lets visit another:

This is really one of the best days ever - park after park after park...

We need to have Mother-Son day much more often, I'm thinking like every weekend. A boy could get used to this.

It was so lovely there were even turtles out catching some sun!

Oh Laurelhurst Park, you never disappoint me.

So here's some love for ALL of the mother's out there - human, canine, feline, whatever - give your mama a big extra special Aire Kiss this weekend!!!

Love,

Bogart

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Saturday... In the Park...

I think it was some day in September... (not July as the song in your head may now be singing).

Saturday mornings require bagels as fuel. The Bogcedes requires gasoline, I require pumpernickel. And since there are chores in my near future, make sure I get a whole one, ok?

I stop at all of the local stores to check out their water bowls, you know, make sure that they are up to "code". This one always meets my standards.

Yep, fresh and tasty.

Have I ever showed you the William Wegman dog bowl here in the Pearl District? Dedicated in 2002, it's supposed to look like his kitchen floor with a dog bowl in the center.

The bowl has water that bubbles up from below, but generally the water level is substandard. Dribbly might be the best way to describe it. More often I'm tempted to pee on it than actually drink from it. Now if they would pump a little more water into it, it would be AWESOME.

Chores got us both down today. It was unseasonably hot. We were cranky. So we walked up to the top of Mt. Tabor for a little clarity, and well, shade.

Dirty bowl does not necessarily equal unsavoryness to me. Bowl cleanliness - while important - is sometimes trumped by my desire for WATER, NOW.

After some serious cone time, the 'stache gets extra tasty. Fresh water, semi-dirty water, who cares?

OH YEAH.

Love,

Bogart

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday Potpourri

Cone. Cone. Cone.

HOW YOU TAUNT ME, FOUL WOMAN!

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Wait - you have another one? CAN I HAVE THAT ONE?

You will not take THIS one away from me. I have found a perfect place for it...

Hehehe. Hidden. Peed on. Having a big, juicy pine cone to play with one day... good. Having a big, juicy pine cone to play with - and exactly where you left it - a second day?

Priceless.

We spent some time today on top of Mt. Tabor, and today we went up the section that we had to climb, rather than walk in circles. Tough for mama, easy for me with my 4-wheel drive.

The CEO is in his seat, not terribly happily as I was displeased at the amount of time spent on the mountain. And - ahem - mama you were on the phone the entire time, so we actually spent a lot of that time sitting...

Lets walk some more, COME ON MAMA - outa the way, let me drive...

Ok then, PROMISE me that we'll be walking more today...

I was pretty sure that this sign meant "Man Holding Stinky Poopy Bag". Do you agree?

Yep, definitely "Man Holding Stinky Poopy Bag".

Love,

Bogart