…put it in your blog post, la da da da di dah dah! We got up at 3:00 Saturday morning and drove to an outlook point in the Gorge about a half-hour east of town. Lots of people had the same idea, so we were glad we got there when we did: we were able to sit in the shadow of the building, cutting out a lot of the bright moonlight. The Aurigids didn’t live up to their advance billing; the Perseids last month beat them handily. Still, there were a few good fireballs, particularly a long-tailed green one that shot right overhead, and we did come away with this shot, so I guess it was worth it. It was a good kick-off to a great weekend.
We hung around the outlook until dawn in hopes of getting some pretty sunrise shots, but fog rose up from the river just as the sky was getting interesting, so we packed it in. We stopped for breakfast, then killed a little time so we could be at the local farmer’s market just as it opened (8:00 a.m.) We went a wee bit crazy, coming away with apples, peaches, strawberries, blackberries, lettuce, heirloom tomatoes, kohlrabi, fresh basil, bell peppers in three colors, a wedge of artisanal cheese, a tub of pesto, and a loaf of French bread. Naturally, we ate like kings””really healthy kings–for the rest of the weekend, and I can’t wait to go back. I don’t even want to go to the grocery store anymore, I just want to go to market. With a cute little basket. And maybe a bonnet.
The early morning messed with our sleep clocks, so it was a good thing we had two more weekend days to work on recovering. We lazed, we read, I knitted, and we puttered about the house, stuffing ourselves with fresh fruit and vegetables at every turn. I took a couple of two-mile walks, trying to prepare for the Komen Race (Walk) for the Cure in three weeks, and thus did our weekend pass. It were blissful, truly it were.