The White Meal

To commemorate our travels to the Pacific Northwest last winter and this winter, Bob has created the perfect white meal. It is in remembrance of the snowy passes with zero visibility, chains required, freezing rain, fog, and icy roads. It is also in tribute to the poor souls who live in this bleak and snowy environment.

Baked Chicken Breast, Steamed White Rice and Cauliflower.

#1: Make up a sauce of concentrated mushroom soup, inexpensive (yet tasty) white wine, season to taste with garlic, scallops, salt and pepper. Place chicken breast in the sauce in a casserole dish. Cover and cook for 1 1/2 - 2 hours at 325*.
#2: Use a high quality of organic, Himalayan, white rice. Steam up a large quantity.
#3: Well done, steamed cauliflower buds with grated white, Tillomook cheese.
Serve while steaming hot; using the chicken sauce as gravy for the rice.

For dessert it is suggested that you consider snickerdoodles or sugar cookies with vanilla milkshake. Dessert can be served immediately after completion of the meal or later while watching the home movie: Day After Tomorrow.

Enjoy and stay below the snow level.

The Gorge

"The Gorge" is a little known area near Lake Chelan, Washington. It basically constitutes what is the shortest river in North America. It begins at a small dam that creates Lake Chelan, then runs for 11 miles down to the Columbia River. Most of this distance is composed of extremely rugged canyon walls between 200-500 feet high; and it takes a better part of a day to hike down to the river unless you come in to it from either end. This is an area where Bob grew up, and now that I have seen it, his stories of "rock rolling" take on a whole new meaning. As Bob puts it, it makes the mountains of Afghanistan look like Kansas. We got some excellent photographs and Andrew was also able to get some and he will make a professional quality photo essay of the gorge.

This is the same bridge you see in the other photos, but we are on the road below it, looking up the gorge.

Thanksgiving in Oregon

When you go home there is always great food, and LOTS of it. Mom and dad even treated us to pizza.

Unfortuanetly my sister was ill and we didn't get to see her or her husband.

Sissy loved looking at the wildlife. It is clear how Oregon got its name as the Beaver state.

Thanksgiving

Bob and I were able to travel to up to the Pacific Northwest to enjoy Thanksgiving with our families. We started driving in snow as soon as we drove into Oregon. This is where we started to wonder why we come into this beautiful state in the WINTER!