Ed Grinfell park is just outside McMinnville, and was pretty cool. Kept two adults and three weans entertained for... four hours? There's a creek, very accessible and perfect for dam-building or dam-busting (go Rex!).
The hunt for bottle-caps took an hour and a half, and I'm afraid we just about cleaned the place out. Max got a quart of bottle caps, and I think Rex and Elena got about the same. A half gallon of discarded bottle caps. While the two "Rolling Rock"s and three "Sol" caps were graphically the best, the breakdown was mostly Corona, lots of "BL", "kingsabeers", several Coors mountain caps (lame graphic), about five Heineken, and one Deschutes. I think good beer drinkers put the caps in their pockets.
Anthropologically speaking, the vast majority of caps could have come from ONE party of three who Really Like that spot.
Oddly, no Miller product at all...
The Oregon State Parks are celebrating 50 years in existence with some geocaching fun called "tanglebox", which is just a great name.
The practice of carving elaborate protestations of undying love into the living bark of the trees on the park side of the "human bridge" (the kids wanted to differentiate it from the car bridge, I guess) seems to be alive after all these years. I wonder how Debbie and Mike are doing... and "Bandit"?
H.H. n R.W. must've carved theirs this morning; there were still curls of red bark at the base of the tree. Go Love!
Poking around the Oregon Parks & Rec site, I found out about this Willamette Valley bikeway. We'll return to this later.
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