I decided to visit some relatives that I've not seen in about 30 years. It seemed like it was time. I found a small city owned campground right on the Willamette River so I hitched my car up and drove down there. Since they don't take reservations, I wasn't sure what I'd find. They had a space for me with electricity & water, all that I like (but don't really need) at only $20 per day. $5 more if I wanted to be right on the river but since I expected to be gone most of the time, I didn't pay the extra money. Late in the afternoon, I drove to the southwest section of Portland to meet up with a cousin 18 years my junior. She is remarkable in that she's taken it upon herself to become the family historian and genealogist for our branch. She's done some mazing things like learning many Norwegian songs on her violin, discovering old Norwegian folk dances (including driving to LA to a class) and has even made a trip to central Norway to meet with distant relatives. She also scans photos, scours the internet and has made trips to Wisconsin & South Dakota in search of our ancestors. She has a family group on FaceBook and has connected many people over the years. We had a delightful evening sharing remembrances of our grandparents. Too soon I had to leave to drive back to my motorhome because they lock a gate at 10:00 PM and I'd have to leave my car outside & walk in.
If you think I was smart enough to take even one photo of her or her family, you'd be sadly mistaken. I wonder if I will ever learn...
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| View of Willamette River in front of my motor home. |
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