On the second day of Dad & Ramona’s visit we went to pick berries at my favorite berry farm. My dad was so taken with the beauty of the area, just like I am every time I go there.
We were picking blackberries that day. I’d thought we might each pick 1/2 of a gallon, but I’d thought wrong. Turns out my dad is a berry picking machine.
In the end Ramona and I had each picked a whole gallon, and my dad picked 2!! We had a delicious berry cobbler that night and I froze bags and bags to use all winter long. Yum!!
After we were done picking berries I drove them to the place south of town where we could see Mt. Hood, Mt. St. Helens, and several other of the distant volcanoes. They were suitably impressed.
 
 
 
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